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THE  GLEN  COLLECTION 
OF    SCOTTISH     MUSIC 

Presented  by  Lady  Dorothea  Ruggles- 
Brise  to  the  National  Library  of  Scotland, 
in  memory  of  her  brother,  Major  Lord 
George  Stewart  Murray,  Black  Watch, 
killed  in  action  in  France  in  1914. 
28th  January  1927. 


Digitized  by  the  Internet  Archive 

in  2011  with  funding  from 

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TEA-TABLE 

MISCELLANY: 

O  R, 

A  Collection 

O  F 

SCOTS  SANGS. 


1 


When  we  behold  her  Angel  Face, 

Or  when  fhe  fings  with  heav'nly  Grace, 

In  what  we  hear  and  what  we  fee, 

How  ravi  firing's  the  Harmony ! 

No  Charms  like  Celia's  Voice  furprife, 

Except  the  Mufick  of  her  Eyes.       Lansdoww, 


■'% The  Tenth    Edition. 

Being  the  Whole  that  are  contain'd  in  the  T  h  r  £  s 
Volumes,   juft  Publifhed. 

By   ALLAN    RAMSAY, 

D  V  B  L  I  N; 

Printed  by  S.  Powell, 

Fo>  G  e  o  r  g  b  Risk,  at  the  Shakefpear's  Heai  f| 
Dame's  Street,  M  PCC  XXXIT, 

(  v  OF  SCOTLAND    r) 


D  JE  D  I  C  A  T I  O  N. 

To  ilka  lovely  Britijh  Lafs, 

Frae  Ladies  CharIote9  Anne  and  Jea#9 
Down  to  ilk  bony  finging  Befh 

Wha  dances  barefoot  on  the  Gr$env 

Dear  Lasses, 

YOUR  moft  humble  Slave, 
Wha  ne'er  to  ferve  you  Hi  all  decline. 
Kneeling  wad  your  Acceptance  crave. 
When  heprefentsthisfma'  Propine, 

Then  take  it  kindly  to  your  Care, 
Revive  it  with  your  tunefu'  Notes ;' 

Its  Beauties  will  look  fweet  and  fair, 
Arifing  faftly  through  your  Throat, 

The  wanton  wee  Thing  will  rejoice, 
When  tented  by  a  fparkling  Eye, 

The  Spinnet  tinkling  with  her  Voice, 
It  lying  on  her  lovely  Knee*, 

A  i  Win! 


iv         DEDICATION. 

While  Kettles  dringe  on  Ingles  dour, 
Or  Clafhes  flay  the  lazy  Lafs ; 

T-hir  Sangs  may  ward  you  frae  the  fowr, 
And  gayly  vacant  Minutes  pafs. 

E'en  while  the  Tea's  fill*d  reeking  rounds 
Rather  than  plot  a  tender  Tongue, 

Treat  a'  the  circling  Lugs  wi'Sound, 
Syne  fafely  fip  when  ye  have  fung* 

May  Happinefs  had  up  your  Hearts, 
And  warm  you  lang  with  loving  Fires 

May  Powers  propitious  play  their  Parts, 
In  matching  you  to  your  Defires. 


A.  RAMSAY. 


PRE- 


PREFACE. 


LTHOy  it  be  acknowledged*  that 
our  Scots  Tunes  have  not  lenrrthned 
Variety  of  Mufickt  jet  they  have 
an   agreeable  Gaiety   and   natural 
Sweet nefs^   that    make  them  acceptable  where- 
ever  they  are  known^   not  only  among  our  Jelves9, 
but  in  other  Countries.      They  are  for  the  moft 
fart  fo   chearful,    that  on  hearing  them  well 
plafd  or  fang,  we  find  a   Difficulty  to    keep 
our  felves  from  dancing.      What  further  adds 
to  the  Efteem  we  have  for  them,  is^  their  An- 
tiquityj    and   their   being    univerfally    known,. 
Mankind's  Love  for  Novelty  would  appear  to- 
contradict  this  Reafon ;   but  will  not^  when  w§ 
co?ifidery  that  for   one  that  can  tolerably  enter- 
tain with  Vocal  or  Inflrumental  Mujickj  there 
are  fifty  that  content  themfelves  with  the  Flea- 
fure  of  hearing,  and  finging  without  the  Trou- 
ble of  being  taught :    JVow9  fuch  are  not  Judges 
of  the  fine  Flourishes  of  new  Mujick  imported 
from.  Italy  and  elfewhere^  yet  will  lijlen  with 
A  3  Pleafure 


vi  PREFACE. 

Pleafure  to  Tunes  that  they  know,  and  can  pin 
within  the  Chorus,  Say  that  our  Way  is  on* 
ly  an  harmonious  fpeaking  of  merry,  witty  or 
jbft  Thoughts,  after  the  Poet  has  drefs'd  them 
in  four  or  five  Stanz,as ;  yet  undoubtedly  thefe 
mtjft  reliflj  heft  with  People,  who  have  not  be- 
flowed  much  of  their  Time  in  acquiring  a  Tafte* 
for  that  downright  perfetl  Mufak^  which  re~ 
quires  none,  or  very  little  of  the  Poet's  Ajfiflancem 

My  being  well  affured,  how  acceptable  new 
Words  to  known  good  Tunes  would  prove,  en- 
gaged me  to  the  making  Verfes  for  above 
jixty  of  them,  in  this  Volume;  About  thir- 
ty more  were  done  by  fome  ingenious  young 
Gentlemen,  who  were  fo  well  pleafed  with  my 
Undertakings  that  they  generoufly  lent  me  their 
^jjiftance ;  and  to  them  the  Lovers  of  Senfe 
&nd  Mufickarc  obliged  for  fome  of  the  be  (I  Songs 
m  the  Colletlion.  The  reft  are  fuch  old  Verfes 
as  have  been  done  time  out  of  Mind,  and  only 
wanted  to  be  cleared  from  the  Drofs  of  blunder- 
ing Tranfcribers  and  Printers  >  fuch  as,  The 
Gaherlunzie-man,  Muirland  Willie,  Scc.that 
§Uim  their  Place  in  our  Colletlion,  for  their 
merry  Images  of  the  low  Char  abler. 

This  Tenth  Edition  in  Eight  Years,  and  the 
general  Demand  for  the  Book^  by  Perfons  of  all 
Ranks,  wherever  our  Language  is  underjlood, 
is  a  jure  Evidence  of  its  being  acceptable.  My 
worthy  Friend  Dr.  Bannerman  tells  me  from 
America* 

Nor 


PR  E  F  A  C  E.  vii 


Nor  only  do  your  Lays  o'er  Britain  flow, 
Round  all  the  Globe  your  happy  Sonnets  go  $ 
Here  thy  foft  Verfe,  made  to  a  Scottijh  Air, 
Are  often  f  ungby  our  Virginian  Fair. 
Camilla's  warbling  Notes  are  heard  no  more, 
But  yield  to  Laft  Time  I  came  o'er  the  Motr  } 
Hydafpes  and  Rinaldo  both  give  way 
To  Mary  Scot,  Tweed' fids  and  Mary  Gray. 

From  this  Volume,  Mr*  Thomfon  (wh& 
is  allowed  by  all,  to  be  a  good  Teacher  and 
Singer  of  Scots  Songs)  cuil'd  his  Orpheus 
Caledonius,  the  Mufick  for  both  the  Voice 
md  Flute-,  and  the  Words  of  the  Songs 
finely  engraven  in  a;  folio  Book^  for  the 
Vfe  of  Per  fins  of  the  higheft  Quality  in  Bri- 
tain, and  dedicated  to  her  Royal  Hlghnefs>  now 
her  Majefty  our  moft  gracious  Ouepj,  This 
by  the  by  1  thought  proper  to  intimate,  and  do 
my  felf  that  Juftice  which  the  Publifier  ne* 
glefled ;  Jince  he  ought  to  have  acquainted  his 
illuflrious  Lift  of  Subscribers ±  that  the  moft  ofths 
Songs  were  mine}  the 'Mufick  abftratted. 

In  my,  Compojttiom  and  Colletlions,  I  have 
kept  out  all  Smut  and  Ribaldry,  that  the  modeft 
Voice  and  Ear  of  the  fair  Singer  might  meet 
with  no  Affront ;  the  chief  Bent  of  all  my 
Studies  being,  to  gain  their  good  Graces:  And 
it  jhall  always  be  my  Care>  to  ward  off  thefi 
Frowns  that  would  prove  mortal  to  my  Mufe. 

A  4  Now, 


viii  PREFACE/ 

Now,  Little  Book*  go  your  ways ;  be  af- 
fured  of  favourable  Reception  wherever  the 
Sun  fhines  on  the  free-born  chearful  Briton; 
fteal  your  felf  into  the  Ladies  Bofoms.  Hap- 
py Volume  !  you  are  to  live  too  as  long  as  the 
Song  of  Homer  in  Greek  and  Englifh,  and 
mix  your  Apes  only  with  the  Odes  of  Horace, 
Were  it  but  my  Fate,  when  old  and  ruffled, 
like  you  to  be  again  reprinted,  what  a  curious 
Figure  would  I  appear  on  the  outmoft  Limits  of 
Time,  after  a  thoufand  Editions  ?  Happy  Vo- 
lume', you  are  Jecure,  but  I muft  yield:  pleafe 
the  Ladies,  and  take  care  of  my  Fame. 

In  Hopes  of  this,  fearlefs  of  coming  Age, 
I'll/mile  thro*  Life  j  and  when  for  Rhimercnows'^ 

I'll  calmly  quit  the  Farce  and  giddy  Stage, 
And  flecp  beneath  a  flow'ry  Turfffull  found, 


(p) 


Bonny  Christy* 

HO  W  fweetly  fmells  the  Simmer  green ! 
Sweet  tafte  the  Peach  and  Cherry  j 
Painting  and  Order  pleafe  our  Een, 

And  Claret  makes  us  merry  ? 
But  fined  Colours,  Fruits  and  Flowers, 

And  Wine,  tho*  I  be  thirfty, 
Lofe  a' their  Charms  and  weaker  Powers, 
Compar'd  with  thole  o£Chrifty. 

When  wand'ring  o'er  the  flbwry  Park, 

No  nat'ral  Beauty  wanting, 
How  lightfome  is't  to  hear  the  Lark, 

And  Birds  in  Confort  chanting.*, 
But  if  my  Chrijfy  tunes  her  Voice, 

I'm  wrapt  in  Admiration  j 
My  thoughts  with  Extafies  rejoice^ 

And  drap  the  hale  Creation, 

"Whene'er  fhe  f miles  a  kindly  Glance^ 

I  take  the  happy  Omen, 
And  aften  mint  to  make  Advance, 

Hoping  fhe'll  prove  a  Woman  s  - 
Silt,  dubioqs  of  my  ain  Defert, 

My  Sentiments!  f  mother  j 
With  fecret  Sighs  I  vex  my  Heart, , 

For  fear  flie  love  another, 

Af 


Thus 


C lo  5 

Thus  fang  Mate  Edie  by  a  Burn, 

His  Chrifly  did  o'er-hear  him  ; 
She  doughtna  let  her  Lover  mourn,1 

But  ere  he  wift  drew  near  him. 
She  fpake  her  Favour  with  a  look, 

Which  left  nae  Room  to  doubt  her  5 
He  wifely  thiswhite  Minute  took, 

And  flang  his  Arms  about  heiv 

My  Chriftyf— —  witnefs,  bonny  Stream* 

Sic  Joys  frae  Tears  arifing, 
2  wifh  this  may  na  be  a  Dream  5 

O  Love  the  maift  furprifing! 
Time  was  too  precious  now  for  Tauk  % 

This  Point  oi  a'  his  Wifhes 
He  wadna  with  fet  Speechesbauk, 

But  war'd  it  a'  on  KuTes. 


The  Bujh  aboon  Traqualr. 

HEAR  me,  ye  Nymphs,  and  ev'ry  Swaii!. 
I'll  tell  how  Peggy  grieves  me, 
Tho*  thus  I  Ianguifh,  thus  complain, 

Alas!  (he  ne'er  believes  me. 
My  Vows  and  Sighs,  like  filent  Air, 

U  nheeded  never  move  her  5 
At  the  bonny  Bufh  aboon  Traqualr* 
'Twas  there  I  firft  did  love  foeiv 

That  Day  fhe  frnil'd,  and  made  me  glad. 

No  Maid  feern'd  ever  kinder  5. 
1  thought  my  felf  the  luckieft  Lad^ 

So  fweetly  there  to  find  hex. 


I  fcry'd  to  footh  my  am'rous  Flame; 

In  Words  that  I  thought  tender; 
If  more  there  pafs'd,  I'm  not  to  blame3 

I  meant  not  to  offend  her. 

Yet  now  fhe  fcornful  flees  the  Plain, 

The  Fields  we  then  frequented* 
Ife'erwemeet,  fhe  fhews  Difdain, 

She  looks  as  ne'er  acquainted. 
The  bonny  Bum  bloom'd  fair  in  May, 

Its  fweets  1*11  ay  remember ; 
But  now  her  Frowns  make  it  decay, 

It  fades  as  in  December. 

Ye  rural  Powers,  who  hear  my  Strains, 

Why  thus  mould  Feggy  grieve  me  ? 
Oh !  make  her  Partner  in  my  Pains, 

Then  let  her  Smiles  relieve  me. 
If  not,  my  Love  will  turn  Defpair, 

My  Pafiion  no  more  tender, 
I'll  leave  the  Bufh  aboon  Traquair, 

To  lonely  Wilds  I'll  wander. 


C; 


An   O  D  E. 

To  the  Tune  of,  Pol  warth  on  the  G-rcoog  • 

TH  O*  Beauty,  like  the  Rofe 
That  fmiles  on  Polwartb  Green,, 
In  various  Colours  fhows, 

As'tis  by  Fancy  feen: 
Yet  all  its  different  Glories  Iy 

United  in  thy  Face, 
And  Virtue,  like  the  Su«n  on  high^ 
Gives  Rays  to  ev'ry  Grace, 

So 


X   «  I 

So  charming  isher  Air, 

So  fmooth,  Co  calm  her  Min-d^. 
That  to  fome  Angel's  Care 

Each  Motion  feems  afTign'd : 
Hutyetfochearful*.  fprightly,  gay^ 

The  joyful  Moments  fly, 
As  if  for  Wings  they  ftole  the  Ray 

She  darteth  from  her  Eye. 

Kind  am'rousCupids  while 

\P ith  tuneful  Voice  (he  fiflgffi 
Perfume  her  Breath  and  Smile, 

And  wave  their  balmy  Wings  ° 
But  as  the  tender  Brlufhes  rife^ 

Soft  innocence  doth  warm, 
The  Soul  in  blifsful  Extafies 

DiiTolveth  in  the  Charm. 


rtr  r  e  d  -  s  i  n  e« 

WHAT  Beauties  does  Flora  difclofe  ? 
How  fweetare  her  Smiles  upon  Tweed? 
yetMary's  ftill  fweeterthan  thofej 

Both  Nature  and  Fancy  exceed* 
NovDaifie,  nor  fweet  bluihing  Rofes 
Not  all  the  gay  Flowers  of  the  Field*, 
>Jot  Tweed  gliding  gently  thro'  thofe, 
Such  Beauty  and  Pleaiure  does  yield,. 

The  Warblers  are  heard  in  the  Grove, 

The  Linnet,  the  Lark,  and  the  Thru fb>" 
The  Black  bird,  and  fweet  cooing  Dove, 

tWith  M.u.fi ck enchant  ev'ry  BuQa* 

Cornts 


Come,  let  us  go  forth  to  the  Mead; 

Let.us  fee  how  the  Frimrofes  fpring  • 
We'll  lodge  in  fome  Village  on  Ttveed, 

And  love  while  the  feathered  Folks  flag* 

Mow  does  my  Love  pafs  the  long  Dayf 

Does  Mary  not  'tend  a  few  Sheep  ! 
Do  they  never  careleily  ftray, 

W  hile  happily  fhe  lies  afieep  •? 
Tweed's  Murmurs  fhould  lull  her  to  Reft:  5 

Kind  Nature  indulging  my  Blifs, 
To  relieve  the  foft  Pains-of  my  Breafh 

I'd  ftealan  Ambrofial  JCifs.. 

"Tis  Ghe  does  the  Virgins  excel, 

No  Beauty  with  her  may  compare  ^ 
Love's  Graces  all  round  her  do  dwell, 

She's  faireft,  where  Thoufands  are  fair  J 
Say,  Charmer,  whera.do  thy  Flocks  ftrayf 

Oh  !  tell  me  at  Noon  where  they  feed  3 
Shall  I  feek  them  on  fvveet  winding  Toy, 

Or  the  pleafanter  Banks  of  the  Tweed  ?  €;; 


SONG. 

To  the  Tune  of,  Woe's  my  mart  that  m.  (liould  fimfcf] . 

IS  Wamilla  then  my  own  ? 
Oh!  the  dear,  the  charming  Treafurej 
Fortune  now  in  vain  fhall  frown  3 

Ail  my  future  Life  is  Pleafure*.  ,„   - 

See  how  rich  with  youthful  Grace, 

Beauty  warms  her  ev'ry  Feature  3 
Smiling  Heaven  is  in  her  Face,. 

AlLis.gay3  and  all  is  Nature. 

See 


(  i4  J 

See  what  mingling  Charms  arife, 
Rofy  Smiles,  and  kindling  Blufties  $ 

Love  fits  laughing  in  her  Eyes, 
And  betrays  her  fecret  Wifhes. 

Hafte  then  from  th'  Idalian  Grove, 

Infant  Smiles,  and  Sports,  andGracesi 

Spread  the  downy  Couch  for  Love, 
And  lull  us  in  your  fweet  Embraces* 

Softefl:  Raptures,  pure  from  Noife, 
This  fair  happy  Night  furround  us  5 

tWhile  a  thoufand  fprightly  Joys, 
Silent  flutter  all  around  us. 

Thus  unf  owr'd  with  Care  or  Strife; 

Heaven  ftill  guard  this  deareft  Bleffingj 
kWhile  we  tread  the  Path  of  Life, 

Loving  ftill,  and  ftill  poflefling. 


A    SONG* 

LET's  be  jovial,  fill  our  Glafles, 
Madnefs  'tis  tor  us  to  think, 
How  the  Waild  is  rul'd  by  Affes, 

And  the  Wife  are  fway'd  by  Chink, 
Fa,  la,  ra,  &c. 

Then  never  let  vain  Cares  opprefsms* 
Riches  are  to  them  a  Snare  j 

We're  ev'ry  one  as  rich  as  Crcsfus, 
While  our  Bottle  drowns  our  Carea 

Fa>  la>  ra,  &c» 


Wih* 


( If  I 

Wine  will  make  us  red  as  Rofes, 

And  our  Sorrows  quite  forget : 
Come,  let  us  fuddle  all  our  Nofes* 

Drink  our  felves  quite  out  of  Debt? 
la,  la,  ra,  &c. 

When  grim  Death  is  looking  for  us. 

We  are  toping  at  our  Bowls, 
^Bacchus  joining  in  the  Chorus : 

Death,  begone,  here's  none  but  Souls?, 
la,  la3  raj  Sec, 

God-like  Bacchus  thus  commandingj 

Trembling  Death  away  (hall  fly* 
Ever  after  underftanding, 

Drinking  Souls  can  never  die.' 
la,  la,  ra.  &c.  % 


Muirland  Willie. 

HARKEN  and  I  will  tell  you  how 
Young  Muirland  Willie  came  to  wo©> 
,Thos  he  could  neither  fay  nor  do  ; 

The  Truth  I  tell  to  you, 
But  ay  he  cries,  whate'er  betide, 
Maggy  Tfe  ha'e  he  r  to  be  my  Bride, 
Witkafal,  dal,  6c  c. 

On  his  Gray  Yade  as  he  did  ride^ 
With  durk  and  Piftol  by  his  Side, 
He  priek'd  her  on  wi'  meikle  Prided 

Wi'  rneikle  Mirth  and  Glee. 
Out  o'er  yon  Mofs,  out  o'er  yon  Muif, 
Till  he  came  to  her  Dady's  Door, 
With  afal,  dal,  &c. 


i  rtf  J 

Goodman,  quoth  he,  be  ye  within, 
I'm  came  your  Doghter's  Love-to  win* 
I  care  not  for  making  meikle-Din  j. 

WhatAnfwer  gi*  ye  me? 
Now,  Woer,  quoth  he,  wou'd  ye  light  down* 
I 'II  gie  y e  my  Doghter's  Love  to  win, 
With  a  fal,  dal,  tkc. 

Now,  Woer,  fih  ye  are  lighted  down* 
"Where  do  ye  win,  or  in  what  Town  I 
I  think  my  Doghttr  winna  gloom 

On  ficka  Ladasye. 
The  Woer  he  ftep'd  up  the  ITdufe, 
And  wow  but  he  was  wond'rous  croufe^ 
Wish  a  fal,  dal,  &c. 

I  have  three  Owfen  in  a  Plough, 
Twa  good  gae'n  Yads,  and  Gear  enough,' 
The  Place  they  ca'  it  Cadeneugh-, , 

I  fcorn  to  tell  a  Lie  ; 
Befides,  I  had  frae  the  great  Laird» 
A  Peat-pat  and  a  lang  Kail-Yard* 
Withafd,  ckc. 

The  Maid  pat  on  her  Kirtle browns- 
She  was  the  Drawer*  in  a' the  Town  $ 
I  wat  on  him  fhe  did  na  gloomi 

But  blinkit  bonnilie. 
The  Lover  he  ftended  up  in  hafre, 
And  gript  her  hard  about  the  Wafte5 
mhafal,&c. 

To  win  your  Love,  Maid,  I'm  come  here,' 
I'm  young,  and  hae  enough  o'Gear, 
And  for  my  fell  ye  need  ira  fear, . 
Xseth  try  mewhan  ye  like. 

He- 


C  t7  ) 

He  took  afF  his  Bonnet  and  fpat  in  his  Chew, 
He  dighted  his  Gab,  and  he  pri'd  her  Mou',  t 
With  a  fal,  &c. 

The  Maiden  blufht  and  bing'd  fu'  laWj 
She  had  na  Will  to  fay  him  na, 
But  to  her  Dady  (he  left  it  a% 
As  they  twa  cou'd  agree. 
The  Lover  hega'e  her  the  tither  Kifs, 
Syne  ran  to  her  Dady,  and  tell'd  him  thiss, 
With  a  fal,  &c. 

Your  Doghter  wacTna  fay  me  nay 
But  to  your  fell  fhe  has  left  it  a', 
As  We  cou'd  gree  between  us  twa  j 
Say  what'll  ye  gi'  me  wi'  her  ? 
Now,  Woer,  quoth  he,  I  ha'e  na  meikle? 
But  lick's  I  ha'e  ye'sget  a  Pickle, 
With  a  fal,  &c. 

A  Kilnfu'  of  Corn  I'll  gi'e  to  thee, 
Three  Soums  of  Sheep,  twa  good  Milk  Ky^. 
Ye'sha'e  the  Wadding  Dinner  freei 

Troth  I  dow  do  na  mair. 
Content,  quo' he,  a  Bargain  be'f, 
I'm  far  frae  hame,  make  hafte  let's  do'*! 
With  a  fal,  Sec. 

The  Bridal  Day  it  cams  to  pafs, 
Wi'mony  a  blythfome  Lad  and  Lafsj. 
But  ficken  a  Day  there  never  was, 

Sic  Mirth  was  never  feen. 
This  winfom  Couple  ftraked  Hands, 
Mdsjohn  ty'd  up  the  Marriage  Baaids, 
mthafaly^.^ 


Arf- 


And  our  Bride's  Maidens  were  na  few,' 
WTap-knots,  Lug-knots,  a'inblew, 
Frae  Tap  to  Tae  they  were  braw  new, 

And  blinkit  bonnilie. 
Their  Toys  and  Mutches  were  fae  clean^ 
They  glanced  in  our  Ladfes  Een, 
Withafal,  &c. 

SickHirdum,  Dirdum,  andfickDin, 
Wi'  he  o'er  her,  and  (he  o'er  him; 
The  Minftrels  they  did  never  blin, 
Wi*  meikle  iMirth  and  Glee. 
And  ay  they  bobit*  and  ay  they  beckt, 
And  ay  their  Wames  together  met, 
Wuhafal,  &c. 

T'he  Promised  Joy,, 
To  the  Tune  of,  Carle  and  the  King  come* 

WHE  N  we  meet  again,  Phely,.. 
When  we  meet  again,  Phely* . 
Raptures  will  reward  our  Pain, 
And  Lofs  refult  in  Gain,  Phely, 

Long  the  Sport  of  Fortune  driv'n> 

To  Defpatr  our  Thoughts  were  giv'n? 

Our  Odds  will  all  be  ey'n,  Phely, 

When  toe  meet  again  Phely,  we „ 

Now  in  dreary  diftant  Groves> 
Tho*  we  moan  like  Turtle-dove*, 
Suffering  befi:  our  Virtue  proves, 

And  will  enhance  our  Loves,  Phely  1 

When  we  meet  again,  Phely,  &c , 


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Joy  will  come  m  a  Surprife, 
'Till  its  happy  Hour  arife  $ 
Temper  welfyour  love-fick  Sighs, 
For  Hope  becomes  the  Wife,  Pheiy* 
When  we  meet  again,  Phely, 
When  -we  meet  again,  Phely, 
Rapiures  will  rewardour  Vain, 
And  Lofs  refttlt  in  Gain,.  Phely.  M> 


fi  Delia   on  her  drawing   him  to  her 
Valentine* 

To  the  Tune  of,  Black-eyrd  Sukn. 

YE  Powers!  was  Damon  then  fo  bleft, 
To  fall  to  charming  Delia's  Share, 
Delia,  the  beauteous  Maid,  pofleft 

Of  all  that's  foft,  and  all  that's  fair  r 
Here  ceafe  thy  Bounty,  O  indulgent  Heav'fi* 
1  ask  no  more,  for  all  my  Wifhisgi?'n. 

I  came,  and  Delia  fmiling  fhow'd, 

She  fmil'd,  and  fhow'd  the  happy  Name  5 

With  rifing  Joy  my  Heart  o'erflow'd, 

I  felt,  and  bleft  the  new-born  Flame. 
May  fofteft  Pleafures  carelefs  round  her  move,^ 
May  all  her  Nights  be  Joy,  and  Days  be  Love. 

She  drew  the  Treafure  from  her  Breai?:, 

That  Breaft  where  Love  and  Graces  play, 

O  Name  beyond  Expreflion  bleft ! 

Thus  lodg'd  with  all  that's  fair  and  gay. 
To  be  fo  lodg'd  !  the  Thought  is  Extafy, 
^ho  would  not  wifh  in  Paradife  to  ly  ?  1C 


C  ss  ) 

The  Faithful  Shepherd. 

To  the  Tune  of,  Auld  langfyne. 

WHEN  Flow'ry  Meadows  deck  the  Year, 
And  fporting  Lambkins  play, 
When  'pangl'd  Fields renew'd  appear, 

And  Mufick  wak'd  the  Day ; 
Then  did  my  Cbloe  leave  her  Bower, 

To  hear  my  am'rous  Lay, 
tWarm?d  by  my  Love,  (he  vow'd  noPow'f 
Shou'd  lead  her  Heart  affray. 

The  warbling  Quires  from  ev'ry  Bough 

Surrounded  our  Couch  in  Throngs, 
And  all  their  tuneful  Arts  beftow, 

To  give  us  Change  of  Songs : 
Scenes  of  Delight  my  Soul  pofTefs'oV. 

I  blefs'd,  then  hugg'd  my  Maid  |. 
Xrob'd  the  Knlesfrom  herBreaft, 

Sweet  as  a  Noon-day's  Shade,,. 

Joy  fo  iranfporfing  never  fails 

To  fly  away  as  Air, 
Another  Swain  with  her  prevails,' 

Tobeasfalfe  as  fair. 
.What  can  my  fatal  Paffion  cure  h 

rilnever  woo  again 5 
All  her  Difdain  I  muil  endure. 

Adoring  her  ia  vain..  ©• 

What  Pity  'tis  to  hear  the  Boy 

Thus  fighing  with  his  Pain  ; 
But  Time  and  Scorn  may  give  him  Joys 

To  hear  her  figh  again, 

&    &  Ah! 


(11 ) 

Ah!  fickle Chls%  beadvis'd, 
Do  not  thy  felf  beguile, 

A  faithful  Lover  fhould  be  priz'd, 
Then  cure  him  with  a  Smile . 


To  Mr  is.  S.  H.  on  her  taking  Jometbing 

ill  I  [aid. 

T©  the  Tune  of,  HaUow  Ev'n. 

WH  Y  hangs  that  Cloud  upon  thy  Brow  ? 
That  beauteous  Heav'n  ere  while  ferene, 
Whence  do  thefe  Storms  and  Tempefts  flow. 

Or  what  this  Guft  of  Paflfon  mean  } 
And  muft  then  Mankind  lofe  that  Light, 

Which  in  thine  Eyes  was  wont  to  Ihine,' 
And  ly  obfcur'd  in  endlefs  Night, 
For  each  poor  filly  Speech  of  mine  ? 

©ear  Child,  how  can  I  wrong  thy  Name,'  .  3 

Since  'tis  acknowledg'd  at  all  Hands, 
That  could  ill  Tongues  abufe  thy  Fame, 

Thy  Beauty  can  make  large  amends^ 
Or  if  I  durft  profanely  try 

Thy  Beauty's  pow'rful  Charms  t'upbi'aid^ 
Thy  Virtue  well  might  give  the  Lie,, 

And  call  thy  Beauty  to  its  Aid* 

Tor  Venus  every  Heart  t'enfnare, 

With  all  her  Charms  has  deck'd  thy  Paces 
And  Pallas  with  unuf ual  Care, 

Bids  Wifdom  heighten  every  Grace. 
Who  can  the  double  Pain  endure  ? 

Or  who  muft  not  reflgn  the  Field 
To  thee,  Celeftial  Maid,  fecure 

With  Cttfid't  Bow,  and  ?allm\  Shield  ? 

la 


ffthen  to  thee  fuch  Power  is  given, 

Let  not  a  Wretch  in  Torment  live, 
But  fmile,  and  learn  to  copy  Heaven, 

Since  we  rauft  fin  ere  it  forgive. 
Yet  pitying  Heaven  not  only  does 

Forgive  th'OfFender  and  th'GfFencei) 
JJut  even  it  ielf  appeas'd  beftows, 

As  the  Reward  of  Penitence. 


The  Broom  of  Cowdenknows. 

HOW  blyth  ilk  Morn  was  I  to  fee 
The  Swain  come  o'er  the  Hill! 
He  skipt  the  Burn,  and  flew  to  me : 
I  met  him  with  good  Will. 

0  the  Broom,  the  fanny  bonny  Broom* 
The  Broom  of  Cowdenknows  j 

1  wijh  I  were  with  my  dear  Swam, 

With  his Fife  and  my  Ewu 

I  neither  wanted  Ew  nor  Lamb, 

While  his  Flock  near^me  lay : 
Hegather'din  my  Sheep  at  Night* 

And  chear'd  me  a'  the  Day. 
t)  the  Broom,  &c. 

He  tun'd  his  Pipe  and  "Reed  fae  fweer^ 

The  Burds  flood  liftningby: 
E'en  the  dull  Cattle  ftood  and  gaz'd, 

Charm'd  with  his  Melody, 
Q4he  Broom,  &c. 


H. 


Wkile 


<  H  ) 

While  thus  we  fpent  our  Time  by  turn^ 
Betwixt  our  Flocks  and  Play : 

I  envy'd  not  the  fan-eft  Dame, 
Tho'  ne'er  fae  rich  and  gay. 

©  the  Broom,  &c. 

Hard  fate  that  I  fhou'd  baniflfd  be. 

Gang  heavily  and  mourn, 
Becaufellov'dthekindeftSwam 

That  ever  yet  was  born. 

O  the  Broom,  &c. 

He  did  oblige  me  ev'ry  Hout£ 

Cou'd  I  but  faithfu'  be  ; 
He  ftaw  my  Heart :  cou'd  I  refufe 

What  e'er  he  ask'd  of  me  ■? 
Q  the  Broom,  &c. 

My  Doggie,  and  my  little  Kit 
That  hald  my  wee  Soup  Wheyi 

My  Plaidy,  Broach,  and  crooked  Stick, 
May  now  ly  ufelefs  by. 

-0  the  Broom,  Sec. 

Adieu  ye  Cowilenknows,  adieu, 

Farewel  a'  Pleafures  there ; 
Ye  Gods  reftore  to  me  my  Swain; 

Is  a'  I  crave  or  care. 
O  the  Broom,  the  bonny  bonny  Broomi 

The  Broom  of  Cowdenknows : 
£m(h  I  were  with  my  dear  Swain, 

With  his  Pipe  and  my  Ews. 


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(  H  ) 

To   C  H  L  O  E* 

To  the  Tune  of,  I  wijh  my  Love  were  in  a  Mfrel 

O  Lovely  Maid !  how  dear's  thy  Pow'r? 
At  once  I  love,  at  once  adore ■.•  * 

"With  Wonder  are  my  Thoughts  pofleft, 
While  fofteft  Love  infpiresmy  Br-eaft, 
This  tender  Look,  thefe  Eyes  of  mine, 
Conf  efs  their  am'rous  Mafter  thine ; 
Thefe  Eyes  with  Strepkon's  Paffion  play, 
Firft  make  me  love,  and  then  betray. 

.    Yes,  charming  Vidor,  I  am  thine,' 

Poor  as  it  is,  this  Heart  of  mine 

Was  never  in  another's  Pow'r, 

Was  never  pierc'd  by  Love  before! 

In  thee  I've  treafur'd  up  my  Joy, 

Thou  can'ft  give  Blifs,  or  Blifs  deftroy : 

And  thus  I've  bound  my  felf  to  love,  pyi 

JVhile  Blifs  or  Mifery  can  move. 

O  fhould  I  ne'er  peflefs  thy  Charms; 
Ne'er  meet  my  Comfort  in  thy  Arms ; 
Were  Hopes  of  dear  Enjoyment  gone. 
Still  would  I  love,  love  thee  alone. 
But  like  fome  difcontented  Shade 
That  wanders  where  its  Body's  laid, 
Mournful  Td  roam  with  hollow  Glare, 
For  ever  exil'd  from  my  Fair.  E£ 

Ufm 


Vpon  hearing  his  Picture  was  in  C  H  LO  E's 
Breaft.  [ 

To  the  Tune  of,  The  fourteenth  of 'October, 

YE  Gods*  was$/re/>WsPiftureblefl: 
With  the  fair  Heaven  of  Chloe's  Breaft  ? 
Move  fofter,  thou  fond  flutt'ring  Heart, 

Oh  gently  throb, too  fierce  thou  art. 

Tell  me,  thou  brighteft  of  thy  Kind, 
"FovStrephon  was  the  Blifs  defign'd  ? 
For  Strephon's  Sake,  dear  charming  Maid, 
Didft  thou  prefer  his  wand'ring  Shade  ? 

And  thou  bleft  Shade,  that  fweetly  art 
Lodg'd  fo  near  my  Chloe's  Heart, 
For  me  the  tender  Hour  improve, 
And  foftly  tell  how  dear  I  love. 
Ungrateful  thing !  it  fcorns  to  hear 
Its  wretched  Matter's  ardent  Prayer, 
Ingroifing  all  that  beauteous  Heaven, 
ThatCto,  lavifh  Maid3  has  given, 

I  cannot  blame  thee:  Were  I  Lord 
Or  all  the  Wealth  thofe  Breafts  afford, 
I'd  be  aMifertoo,  nor  give 
An  Alms  to  keep  a  God  alive,' 
Oh  fmile  not  thus,  my  lovely  Fair, 
On  thefe  cold  Looks  that  lifelefs  Air, 
Prize  him  whofe  Bofom  glows,  with  Fire,' 
With  eager  Love  and  foftDefire. 

'Tis  true  thy  Charms,  O  powerful  Maid* 
To  Life  can  bring  the  filenr  Shade  s 

B  Thoii 


t  16  ) 
Thou  can'ft  furpafs  the  Painter's  Art, 
And  real  Warmth  and  Flames  imparl. 
But  oh!  it  ne'er  can  love  like  me, 
I've  ever  lov'd  and  lov'd  but  thee  i 
Then,  Charmer,  grant  my  fond  Requeft, 
Say  thou  canfi:  love,  and  make  me  bleit. 


Song  for  a  Serenade, 

To  the  Tune  of,  The  Broom  of  Cowdenknows. 

TEACH  me,  Chloe,  how  to  prove 
iMy  boafted  Flame  fin  cere: 
fTis  hard  to  tell  how  dear  I  love. 
And  hard  to  hide  my  Care. 

Sleep  in  vain  difplays  her  Charms, 

To  bribe  my  Soul  to  reft, 
Vainly  fpreads  her  filken  Arms, 

And  courts  me  to  her  Bread, 

Where  can  Strephon  find  Repofe, 

If  Chloe  is  not  there  ? 
For  ah  J  no  Peace  his  Boforn  knows, 

When  abfent  from  the  Fair. 

What  tho5  Vhvelm  from  on  high 

Withholds  his  cbearful  Ray, 
Thine  Eyes  can  well  his  Light  fupply. 

And  give  me -more  than  Day. 


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C  *7) 


LOF  E  is  the  Caufe  of  my  Mourning* 

BY  a  murmuring  Stream  a  fair  Shepherdefslay, 
Be  Co  kind  O  ye  Nymphs,  1  oftimes  heard  her  fay 
Tell  Strephon  I  die,  if  be  partes  this  Way, 
And  that  Love  is  the  Caufe  of  my  Mourning. 
Falfe  Shepherds  that  tell  me  of  Beauty  and  Charms, 
You  deceive  me,  for  Strepkon's  cold  Heart  never  warm*? 
Yet  bring  me  this  Strephon,  let  me  die  in  his  Arms,. 
Oh  Strephon !  the  Cauje  of  my  Mourning. 

But  firft,  faid  me,  let  me  go 

Down  to  the  Shades  below. 

E'er  ye  let  Strephon  know, 

That  I  have  lov'd  him  fo  : 
Then  on  my  pale  Cheek  no  Blufiies  will  mow 
That  Love  was  the  Caufe  of  my  Mourning, 

Her  Eyes  were  fcarce  clofed  when  Strephon  came  by. 
He  thought  fhe'd  been  fleeping,  and  foftly  drew  nigh  ? 
Bat  finding  her  breathlefs,  Oh  Heavens  i  did  he  cry, 
Ah  Chloris!  theCaufee-fmy  Mouning. 
Rertore  me  my  Chloris,  ye  Nymphs  ufe  your  Art : 
They  fighing,  reply'd,  "Twas  your  felf  fhot  the  Dart 
That  wounded  the  tender  young  Shepherdefs'  Heart, 
And  kiWd  the  poor  Chloris  with  Mourning. 

Ah  then  is  Chloris  d;ad, 

Wounded  by  me  I   he  faid ; 

I'll  follow  thee,  chart  Maid, 
'    Down  to  the  filent Shade; 
Then  on  her  cold  f  novvy  Breart:  leaning  his  head, 
Expir'd  the  poor  Strephon  with  Mourning. 

X. 

b  z  n 


(  it  ) 

To  Mr  is.  A.  H.  on  feeing  her  at  a  Con  fort. 
To  the  Tune  of,  The  bonmefl lafs  in  a'  the  Warld, 

LOOK  where  my  dear  Hamilla  fmiles, 
Hamilkl  heavenly  Charmer* 
See  how  with  all  their  Arts  and  Wiles 

The  Loves  and  Graces  arm  her. 
A  Blufh  dwells  glowing  on  her  Cheeky 

Fair  Seats  of  youthful  Pleafures, 
There  Love  in  fmiling  Language  /peaks. 
There  fpreads  his  rofy  Treafures. 

O  faireM  Maid,  I  own  thy  Pow'r, 

I  gaze,  Ifigh,  andlanguifh, 
Yet  ever,  ever  will  adore, 

And  triumph  in  my  Anguifh.       ?-'  " 
But  eafe,  O  Charmer,  eafe  my  Care, 

And  let  my  Torments  move  theej 
As  thou  art  faired  of  the  Fair, 

Solthedeareftlovethee.  2.  C, 


fhe  Bonny  SCOT,    <u    V 
To  the  Tune  of,  The  Bout-man, 

YE  Gales  that  gently  wave  the  Sea, 
And  pleafe  the  canny  Boat-man, 
Bear  me  frae  hence,  or  bring  to  me 
My  brave,  my  bonny  Scvt-Maa.  z 

In 


(  19  ) 

In  haly  Bands 

We  join'd  our  Hands, 
Yet  may  not  this  diicover, 

While  Parents  rate 

A  large  Eftate, 
Before  a  faithfu'  Lover. 

But  I  loor  chufe  in  Highland  Glens 
To  herd  the  Kid  and  Goat-man., 
E'er  I  cou'd  for  fie  little  Ends 
Refufe  my  bonny  Scot-Min. 
Wae  worth  the  Man 
Whafirfl:  began 
Tfrr-bafe  ungenerous  Fafhion* 
Frae  greedy  Views, 
Love's  Art  to  ufe, 
While  Strangers  to  its  Pafllorh 

Frae  foreign  Fields,  mf  lovely  Yoetfo3 

Hafte  to  thy  longing  Latfie, 
(Wha  pants  to  prefs  thy  bawmy  Mouth, 
And  in  her  Bofom  haws  thee. 

Love  gi'es  the  Word, 

Then  hafte  on  Board, 
Pair  Winds  and  tenty  Boat-man* 

Waft  o'er,  waft  o'er, 

Frae  yonder  Shore, 
My  Myth,  my  bonny  Scot-mw* 


B  £  Scornfu\ 


( J* ; 

Sc&rnfu*  NJNST. 

To  its  won  Tarn. 

NA  NS  Y  to  the  green  Woodgzne, 
To  hear  the  Gowdftmk  chat'riug, 
And  Willie  he  has  followed  her, 

To  gain  her  Love  by  flatt'ring: 
Bm  a' that  he  cou'd  fay  or  do, 

She  geck'd  and  (corned  at  him, 
And  ay  when  he  began  to  woo, 
She  bad  him  mind  whas  gat  him. 

What  ails  ye  at  my  Dad,  quoth  he, 

My  Minny  or  my  Aunty  ? 
With  Crowdy  Moudy  they  fed  me, 

Lang -Kail  and  Ranty  Tanty  : 
With  Bannocks  of  good  Barly-Meal, 

Of  thae  there  was  right  Plenty, 
.W/th  chapped  Stocks  fou  butter'd  welt^ 

And  was  not  that  right  dainty  ? 

Alt  ho*  my  Father  was  nae  Laird, 

JTis  Daffin  to  be  vaunty, 
He  keepit  ay  a  good  Kail  yard, 

A  Ha'  Houfe  and  a  Pantrie  .♦ 
A  good  blew  bonnet  on  his  Hea<fr 

AnOwrlay  'bout  his  Cragy, 
And  ay  until  the  Day  he  died, 

He  rade  on  good  Shanks  Nagy. 

Kow  Wae  and  Wander  on  your  Snotify 

Wad  ye  hae  bonny  Nanfy  ? 
Wad  ye  compare  ye're  fell  to  me# 

ADockeatillaTanfie? 


C  |»  > 

I  have  a  Wooer  of  my  ain, 
They  ca'  him  fouple  Sandy, 

And  well  I  wat  his  bonny  Mou* 
Is  fweet  like  Sugar-Candy. 

Wow  Nanfy,  what  needs  a'  this  Din  ? 

Do  I  not  ken  this  Sandy  ? 
I'm  fure  the  Chfef  of  a'  his  Kin 

Was  Rolf  the  Beggar  Randy  ? 
His  Minny  Meg  upo'  her  Back 

Bare  baith  him  and  his  Billy  j 
Will  ye  compare  a  nafty  Pack 

To  me  your  winfome  Willy  ? 

My  Guteher  left  a  good  braid  Sword* 

Tho'  it  be  auld  and  rufty, 
Yet  ye  may  tak  it  on  my  Word,- 

It  is  baith  (lout  and  trufty  y 
And  if  I  can  but  get  it  drawn,. 

Which  will  be  right  uneafy, 
I  fliall  lay  baith  my  Lugs  in  Pawn*' 

That  he  mail  get  a  Heezy. 

Then  Nanfy  tuvn3d  her  roundabout, 

Andfaid,  did  Sandy  hear  ye, 
Te  wadna  mifs  to  get  a  Clout; 

I  ken  he  difna  f ear  ye  :  I 
Sae  had  ye'r  Tongue  and  fay  nae  mair, 

Set  fomewhere  elfe  your  Fancy  ; 
For  as  lang's  Sa?idy's  to  the  fore, 

Ye  never  fliall  get  Nanjy, 


B  4  Slighted 


(30 
Slighted  Nanfy. 

To  the  Tune  of,  The  Kirk  wad  let  me  he, 

3>Tp  I  S  I  have  feven  braw  new  Gowns, 

-L  And  ither  feven  better  to  rnak* 

And  yet  for  a'  my  new  Gowns, 

My  Wooer  has  turn'd  his  Back. 
Befldesl  have  feven  Milk-Ky, 

And  Sandy  he  has  but  three; 
And  yet  for  a'  my  good  Ky9 

The  Ladie  winna  ha'e  me. 

My  Dady's  a  Delver  of  Dikes, 

My  Mither  can  card  and  fpin, 
And  I  am  a  fine  fodgel  Lafs, 

And  the  Siller  comes  linking  in  ; 
The  Siller  comes  linking  in, 

And  it  is  fou  fair  to  fee, 
And  fifty  Times  wow!  O  wow  ! 

What  ails  the  Lads  at  me? 

When  ever  our  Eafj  does  bark. 

Then  faft  to  the  Door  I  rin, 
To  fee  gin  ony  young  Spark 

Will  light  and  venture  but  in  s 
But  never  a  ane  will  come  in, 

Tho'mony  a  anegaes  by, 
Syne  far  ben  the  Houfe  I  rin; 

And  a  weary  Wight  am  I. 

When  I  was  at  my  firft  Pray'rs, 

I  pray'd  but  anes  i'  the  Year, 
I  wifh'd  for  ahandiome  young  Lad, 

And  a  Lad  with  muckle  Gear-* 


Whea 


When  I  was  at  my  neifl:  Pray'rs, 
I  pray'd  but  now  and  than, 

2  fafn'd  na  my  Head  about  Gear, 
If  I  get  a  handfome  young  Man« 

Now  when  I'm  at  my  laft  Pray'rs, 

I  pray  on  baith  Night  and  Day, 
AndO!  If  a  Beggar  wad  come, 

With  that  lame  Beggar  I'd  gae. 
AndO!  and  what'll  come  o'me> 

And  O,  what'llldo? 
That  fick  a  braw  Laffie  as  I 

Shou'd  die  tor  a  Wooer  I  trow* 


Lucky  Nanfy. 

To  the  Tune  of,  Dainty  Davie. 

WHILE  Fops  in  f  oft  Italian  Verf  e, 
Ilk  fair  aneJs  Een  and  Breaft  reherfe» 
While  Sangs  abound  and  Scene  is  fcarce, 

Thefe  Lines  I  have  indited  : 
But  neither  Darts  nor  Arrows  here, 
Venus  nor  Cupid  (hull  appear, 
And  yet  with  thefe  fine  Sounds  I  fwear9. 
The  Maidens  are  delighted. 
I  was  ay  telling  you, 
Lucky  Nanfy,  lucky  Nanfy, 
Auld  Springs  wad  ding  the  new. 
But  ye  wad  never  trow  me. 

Nor  Snaw  with  Crimfon  will  I  mix, 
To  { pread  upon  my  Laflie's  Cheeks, 
Andfyne  the  unmeaning  Name  pcrfiftj 
Miranda,  Chloe,  or  Phil  lis. 

B  5  1*1! 


(  ?4> 

I'll  fetcTi  nae  Smile  frae  %oyt» 
My  Height  of  Extafy  to  prove, 
3Sf  or  fighing, —  thus — prefent  my  Love 
With  Rofeseekand  Lillies. 
1  was  ay  telling  you,  &c. 

But  {lay, —  I  had  amaift  forgot 
My  Miftrefs,  and  my  Sangtobootv 
And  that's  an  unco'  Faut  I  wate  : 

Bur,  Nanfy,  'tis  nae  Matter. 
Ye  fee  I  clink  my  Verfe  wis  Rhime, 
And  ken  ye,  that  atones  the  Crimea 
Forby,  how  fvveet  my  Numbers  chime,. 

And  Hide  away  like  Water. 
1  "was  ay  telling  y oh,  Sec. 

Now  ken,  my  reverend  fonfy  Fair, 
Thy  runkled  Cheeks  and  lyart  Hair,. 
Thy  hafffhw  Een  and  hodling  Air,. 

Are  a'  my  P^ffion's  FeweV 
Nae  skyring-  Gowk,  my  Dear,  can  fee, 
Or  Love,  or  Gracea.  or  Heaves  in  theef, 
Yet  thou  has  Charms  anew  for  me, 
Then  fmile,  and  be  na  cruel. 

Leeze  me  on  thy  Snawy  Pow, 

Lucky  Nanfy >  lucky  Nanfy, 

Dry  eft  Wood  will  eh  heft  low, 

And  Nanfy  fae  will  ye  now. 

Troth  I  hive  fung  the  Sang  to  you., 
Which  ne'er  anither  Bard  wad  do  ; 
Hear  then  my  charitable  Vow, 

D:ar  veneiable  Nanfy. 
But  ir  the  Warld  my  PaiTion  wrang, 
And  fay,  ye  only  live  in  Sang, 
Ken  I  defp  fe  a  flandring  Tongue, 

And  fing  to  ple.ife  my  Fancy, 

Leezemeonthy,  &c.  IJ> 


( 11) 

A  S  C  0  TS  C  a  n  t  a  t  a: 

The  Tune  after  an  Italian  Manned. 
Compos'd  by  Signior  Lorenzo  Bocchj, 

Recitative. 

BL  AT  E  Jonny  faintly  teld  fair  Jean  his  Miae!, 
Jeany  took  Pleafure  to  deny  him  langj 
He  thought  her  Scorn  came  frae  a  Heart  unkind3 
Which  gart  him  in  defpair  tune  up  his  Sang, 

A  I  R. 

0  bonay  Laflie,  fince'tisfae, 
That  I'm  defpis'd  by  thee, 

1  hate  to  live}  butOI'mwae, 

And  unko  fweer  to  die. 
Dcurjeany,  think  what  dowy  Hours 

I  thole  by  your  Difdain, 
Ah !  mould  a  Breaft  fae  faft  as  yours, 

Contain  a  Heart  of  Stane? 

Recitative. 

Thefe  tender  Notes  did  a'  her  Pity  move, 
With  melting  Heart  fhe  iiitned  to  the  Boy  ; 

Oercome  fhe  fmil'd,  and  promis'd  him  her  Love  i 
He  in  return  thus  fang  his  rffing  Joy. 

Air. 

Hence  frae  my  Bread:,  contentious  Care^, 

Ye've  tint  the  Powerro  pine, 
My  Jeany's  good,  my  Jeany's  fair. 

And  a'  her  Sweets  are  mioe. 


(50 

O  {pread  thine  Arms/  and  gi'e  meFowth 

Of  dear  enchanting  Blifs, 
A  thoufand  Joy,s  around  thy  Mouthy 

G.'e  Heaven  wiihilka'Kifs. 


The    TOAST. 

To  the  Tune  of,  Saw  ye  my  PEGGY, 

COME  let's  ha'e  mair  Wine  in* 
Bacchus  hates  repining, 
Venus  loos  nae  Dwining, 
Let's  be  blyth  and  free. 
'Away  with  dull,  Heret'ye,  Sir, 
Ye're  Miftrefs,  Roiie,  gi'esher, 
We'll  drink  her  Health  wiJPleafure> 
Wha's  belov'd  by  thee, 

1  Then  let  Peggy  warm  ye, 
That's  a  Lais  can  charm  ye> 
And  to  Joys  alarm  ye, 

Sweet  is  (he  to  me. 
Some  Angel  ye  wad  ca'  her, 
And  never  wifb  an  brawer,  ** 

If  ye  bare-  headed  faw  her,  *> 

Kilted  to  the  Knee. 

PEGGY  a  dainty  Lafs  is. 
Come  let's  join  ourGlafles, 
And  refrefh  ourHaufes, 

With  a  Health  to  thee. 
Let  Goofs  their  Cam  be  clinking, 
Be  Statefmen  tint  in  thinking, 
Wh  le  we  with  Love  and  Drinking, 

Give  our  Cares  the  Lie. 

Ma"it*s 


(  57) 
Magie's  Tocher  > 

To  its  am  Tune, 

TH  E  Meal  was  dear  fhort  fyne; 
We  buckl'd  us  a'  the  gither  j 
And  Magie  was  in  her  Prime, 
When  Willie  made  Courtfhip  till  her ;: 
Twa  Piftals  charg'd  beguefs, 
To  gie  the  courting  Shot  -, 
And  fyne  came  ben  the  Lais, 
Wi'  Swats  drawn  frae  the  Butt. 
He  firft  fpeer'd  at  the  Guidman, 
And  fyne  at  Giles  the  Mither, 
And  ye  wad  gi's  a  Bit  Land, 
Wee'd  buckle  us  e*en  the  gither, 

My  Daughter  ye  (hall  hae, 
I'll  gi'  you  her  by  the  Hand  j 
But  I'll  part  wi*my  Wife  by  me  Fae, 
Or  I  part  wi'  my  Land. 
Your  Tocher  it  fall  be  good, 
There's  nane  fall  hae  its  Maik, 
The  Lafs  bound  in  her  Snood, 
And  Cmmmk  who  kens  her  Stake  s 
With  an  au'd  Bedden  o5  Claiths, 
Was  lett  me  by  my  Mither. 
They're  jet  black  o'er  wi'  Flaes, 
Ye  may  cudle  in  them  the  gither. 

Ye  fpeak  right  well,  Guidman, 
But  ye  maun  mend  your  Hand, 
And  think  o'  Modefty, 
Gin  ye'll  not  quat  your  Land  : 
We  are  but  young,  ye  ken, 
And  now  we're  gawn  thegither. 


(}8> 

AHoufe  is  butt  and  ben n, 
And  Crumm'it  will  want  her  Fothei% 
The  Bairns  are  coming  on, 
And  they'll  cry,  O  their  Mi'ther-L 
We  have  nouther  Pot  nor  Pan, 
But  four  bare  Legs  the  gither. 

Your  Tocher's  be  good  enough, 
For  that  ye  need  na  fear, 
Twa  good  Stilts  to  the  Pleugh, 
And  ye  your  fell  maun  fteer : 
Ye  mail  hae  twa  good  Pocks 
That  an es  were  o'  the  Tweel,  . 
The  t'ane  to  had  the  Grots, 
The  itherto  had  the  Meal  s 
"With  ane  auld  Kift  made  of  Wans, 
And  that  fall  be  your  Coffer, 
Wi'  aiken  Woody-Bands, 
And  that  may  had  your  Tocher. 

Conflderweil,  Guidman3 
We  hae  but  borrow'd  Gear, 
The  Horfe  that  I  ride  on 
Is  Sandy  Wtlfon's  Mare  .* 
The  Sadie's  nane  of  my  airi, 
An  thae's  but  borrow'd  Boots-,  , 
And  whan  that  I  gae  hame, 
1  maun  tak  to  my  Coots  : 
The  Cloak  is  Geordy  Watt's,  . 
That  gars  me  look  fae  Croufe  5.  - 
Come  fill  as  a  Cogue  of  Swats, 
We'll  make  naemair  toom  Ruie0 

Hike  you  well,  young  Lad, 
Forrelling  me  lae  plain, 
I  married  when  little  I  had 
O'  Gear  that  was  my  ain. 


B-st 


( \9  y 

But  fin  that  Things  are  fae, 
The  Bride  fhemaun  come  turth, 
Tho'  a*  the  Gear  (he'll  ha'e, 
It'll  be  but  little  worth. 
A  Bargain  it  maun  be, 
Fy  cry  on  Giles  the  Mither  u 
Content  am  I,  quo' fhe9 
E'en  gar  the  HuTIe  come  hither; 
The  Bride  (lie  gade  till  her  Bed, 
The  Bridegroom  he  came  till  her ; 
The  Fidler  crap  in  at  the  Fit, 
An  they  cudl'd  it  a'  thegither. 


A    SONG, 

To  the  Tun?e  ofj  Blink  ever  the  Burn fweet  Eettie^ 

LEAVE  Kindred  and  Friends,  fweet  Bett% 
Leave  Kindred  and  Friends  for  me-, 
Ailur'd  thy  Servant  is  fteddy 

To  Love,  to  Honour,  and  Thee* 
The  Gifts  of  Nature  and  Fortune, 

Mayfly,  by  Chance  as  they  came  j 
The'yre  Grounds  the  Deftines  fporton, 
Bat  Virtue  is  ever  thefameo 

Ahho'  my  Fancy  were  rovi»g, 

Thy  Charms  fo  heavenly  appear, 
That  other  Beauties  difproving, 

I'd  worfhip  thine  only,  my  Dear, 
And  fhou'd  Life's  Sorrows  embitter 

ThePleafurewe  promised  our  Loves', 
To  fhare  them  together  is  fitter, 

Than  moan  aflunder,.  like  Doves.. 


Oh[ 


Oh!  wefeX  but  once  fobleffed, 

To  grafp  my  Love  in  ray  Arms  t 
By  thee  to  be  grafp'd  !  and  kifled  ! 

And  live  on  thy  Heaven  of  Charms ! 
I'd  laugh  at  Fortune's  Caprices, 

Shou'd  Fortune  capricious  proves 
Tho'  Death  fhou'd  tear  me  to  Pieces* 

I'd  die  a  Martyr  to  Love.  j$ 


A    SONG. 

To  the  Tune  of,  The  bonny  Gray>e/d  Morning 

CELESTIAL  Mufes,  tune  your  Lyres, 
Grace  all  my  Raptures  with  your  Lays., 
Charming,  enchanting  Kate  infpires, 
In  lofty  Sounds  her  Beauties  praife  s 
How  undefigning  me  difplays 
Such  Scenes  as  ravifh  with  Delight  3 
Tho'  brighter  than  Meridian  Rays, 
They  dazle  not,  but  pleaf  e  the  Sight 

Blind  God  give  this,  this  only  Dart, 
I  neither  will  nor  can  her  harm, 
I  would  but  gently  touch  her  Heart, 
And  try  for  once  if  that  cou'd  charm. 
Go,  Venus,  ufe  your  fav'rite  Wile, 
As  Hie  is  beauteous,  make  her  kind, 
Let  all  your  Graces  round  her  fmile, 
And  footh  her  till  I  comfort  find. 


Whea 


(41  ) 

When  thus,  by-yielding,  I'm  o'erp&id* 
And  all  my  anxious  Cares  remov'd, 
In  moving  Notes,  I'll  tell  the  Maid, 
With  what  pure  lading  Flames  I  lov'd. 
Then  (hall  alternate  Life  and  Death, 
My  ravifh'd  fluttering  Soul  poKTefs, 
The  fofteft  tend'reft  Things  I'll  breath* 
Betwixt  each  am'rous  fond  Carets. 


S    O    N    G. 

To  the  Tune  of,  Iht  Broom  of  Cowdenknows. 

SU  B  J  E  C  T  E  D  to  the  Pow*r  of  Love* 
By  Nell's  refiftlefs  Charms, 
The  Fancy  fix'd  no  more  can  rove* 
Or  fly  Love's  f  oft  Alarms, 

©ay  Damon  had  the  Skill  to  fliura 

All  Traps  by  Cttptd  laid, 
U  mil  his  Freedom  was  undone 

By  Nell  the  conquering  Maid. 

But  who  can  ftand  the  Force  of  Love 

When  fhe  refolves  to  kill? 
Her  fparkling  Eyes  Love's  Arrows  prove*. 

And  wound  us  with  our  Will. 


O  happy  Damon>  happy  Fair, 

What  Cupid  has  begun, 
May  faithful  Hymen  take  a  Care 

To  fee  it  fairly  done,  G 

son  g; 


(41) 
SONG. 

Tune  of,  Logan  Water* 

Vitas  binnuleo  me  firnilis,  Chhe. 

TELL  me,  Hamilla,  tell  me  why 
Thou  doft  f i'om  him  that  loves  tliee  run  * 
Why  from  his  (oft  Embraces  fly, 
And  all  his  kind  Endearments  fhun  ? 

So  Exes  the  Fawn,  with  Fear  opprcfs'd,, 
Seeking  its  Mother  ev'ry  where, 
It  darts  at  ev'ry  empty  Blaft,. 
And  trembles  when  no  Danger's  near,, 

And  yet  I  keep  thee  but  in  View, 
To  gaze  the  Glories  of  thy  Face, 
^ot  with  a  hateful  Step  piirfue, 
As  Age,  to  rifle  every  Graced 

Ceafe  then,  dear  Wildnefs,  ceafeto  toy, 
But  hafte  all  Rivals  to  outfhine, 
And  grown  mature,  and  ripe  for  Joy, 
Leave  Mama's  Arms  and  come  to  mint. 


A  South- Sea  Sang. 

Tune  of,  Tor  our  lang  hiding  here. 

WH  E  N  we  came  to  London  Town, 
We  dream'd  of  Gowd  in  Gowpings  here, 
And  rantinly  ran  up  and  down, 
In  rifing  Stocks  to  buy  a  Skair : 

We 


(4J) 

We  daftly  thought  to  row  in  Rowtft, 
But  for  our  dafKne  paid  right  dear ; 
The  lave  will  fare  the  war  in  Troutft> 
For  our  lang  biding  here. 

But  when  we  fand  ourPurfes  toom, 
And  dainty  Stocks  began  to  fa*, 
We  hang  our  Lugs,  and  wi' a  Gloom, 
Girn'd  at  Stockjobbing  ane  and  a\ 
If  ye  gang  near  the  South-Sect  Houfe, 
The  Whillywha's will  grip  ye'r  Gear, 
Syne  a'  the  lave  will  fare  the  war, 
For  our  lang  biding  here. 


Hap  me  with  thy  Petticoat, 


OBELI,  thy  Looks  have  killM  my  Heart, 
I  pafs  the  Day  in  Pain, 
When  Night  returns  I  feel  the  Smart, 

Andwifh  for  thee  in-vain. 
I'm-  ftarving  cold,  while  thou  art  warm* 

Have  Pity  and  incline, 
And  grant  me  for  a  Hap  that  charm- 
ing Petticoat  of  thine-. 

My  ravifh'd  Fancy  in  amaze* 

Still  wanders  o'er  thy  Charms, 
Delufive Dreams  ten  thoufand  Ways, 

Prefent  thee  to  my  Arms : 
But  waking  think  what  I  endure, 

While  cruel  you  decline 
Thofe  Pleasures,  which  can  only  care 

This  panting  Breaft  of  mine. 


I'faintc 


(44) 

I  faint,  I  fail,  and  wildly  rove, 

Becaufe  you  ftill  deny 
The  juft  Reward  that's  due  to  Love, 

And  let  true  PalTion  die. 
Oh !  turn,  and  let  Companion  feize 

That  lovely  Bread  of  thine  j 
Thy  Petticoat  could  give  me  Eafe* 

If  thou  and  it  were  mine. 

Sure  Heaven  has  fitted  for  Delight 

That  beauteous  Form  of  thine, 
And  thou'rt  too  good  its  Law  to  flight, 

By  hindring  the  Defign. 
May  all  the  Powers  of  Love  agree. 

At  length  to  make  thee  mine, 
Or  loofe  my  Chains,  and  let  me  free 

Prom  ev'ry  Charm  of  thine. 


Love  inviting  Reafin* 


'A  SONG  to  the  Tune  of, Chami  ma  chattkr  ns. 

duce  skar  mi. 


WHEN  innocent  Paftime  our  Pleafure  did  crown^ 
Upon  a  green  Meadow,  or  under  a  Tree, 
E'er  Annie  became  a  fine  Lady  in  Town, 

How  lovely  and  loving  and  bony  was  fhe  ? 
Itouze  up  thy  Reafon,  my  beamifu'^w/V, 

Let  ne'er  a  new  Whim  ding  thy  Fancy  a-jee  $— ^ 
O !  as  thou  art  bony  be  faithfu*  and  cany, 
Aad  favour  thy  Jamie  wha  doats  upon  thee. 

Does 


(45  ) 

Does  the  Death  of  a  Lintwhite  give  Annie  the  Spleen  \ 

Can  tyning  of  Trifles  be  uneafy  to  thee  5 
Can  Lap-dogs  and  MonkeysdrawTears  frae  thefe  Een5 

That  look  with  Indifference  on  poor  dying  me  2 
Rouze  up  thy  Reafon,  my  beaut'iiu*  Annie, 

And  dinna  prefer  a  Paroquet  to  me  ;  } 

Oi  as  thou  art  bony,  be  prudent  and  cany, 

And  think  on  thy  Jamie  wha  doats  upon  thee. 

Ah !  ftiou'd  a  new  Manto,  or  Flanders  Lace-Headj, 

Or  yet  a  wee  Cottie,  tho'  never  fae  fine, 
Gar  thee  grow  forgetfu',  and  let  his  Heart  bleed, 

That  anes  had  fome  Hope  of  purchafing  thinej 
Rouze  up  thy  Reafon,  my  beautifu'  Annie, 

And  dinna  prefer  ye'  Fleegeries  to  me; 
O!  aschouavt  bony,  be  folid  and  cany, 

And  tent  a  true  Lover  that  doats  upon  thee." 

Shall  a  Paris  Edition  of  new  fangle  Sany, 

Tho'  gilt  o'er  wi'  Laces  and  Fringes  he  be, 
By  adoring  himfelf,  be  admir'd  by  fair  Annie, 

And  aim  at  thefe  Benifons  promis'd  to  me  £ 
Rouze  up  thy  Reafon,  my  beautifu'  Annie, 

And  never  prefer  a  light  Dancer  to  me ; 
O!  as  thou  art  bony,  beconftant  and  cany, 

Love  only  thy  Jamie  wha  doats  upon  thee. 

O!  think,  my  dear  Charmer,  on  ilka  fweet  Hour,, 

That  flade  away  faf tly  between  thee  and  me, 
E'er  Squirrels,  or  Beaus,  or  Foppery  had  Pow'r, 

To  rival  my  Love  and  impofe  upon  thee. 
Rouze  up  thy  Reafon,  my  beautifu'  Annie, 

And  let  thy  Defires  be  a'  centered  in  me  ; 
O!  as  thou  art  bony,  be  faithfu'and  cany, 

And  love  him  wha's  langing  to  center  in  thee." 

The 


;•    77^  Z?0£  0/  Dumblane. 

LASSIE,  lend  me  yjaur  braw  Hemp  Heckle^ 
And  I'lUeijdjou  my  thripling  Kame } 
For  Fainnefs,  Deary,*"  IJ11  gar  your  keckle, 

If  ye3!)  go  dance'the  Bob  ofDumblane. 
Hafte  ye,'  gang  to  the'G  round  of  ye're  Trunkies, 

Busfc'ye  braw  and  dinna  think  Shame  j 
ConfiderinTime,  if  leading  of  Monkies 
Be  better  than  dancing  the  Sob  cf  DumbUne. 

Be  frank,  my  Laflie,  left  I  grow  fickle, 

And  take  my  Word  and  Offer  again, 
Syne  ye  may  chance  to  repent  it  miekle, 

Ye  did  nae  accept  of  the  Bob  of  Dumblane. 
The  Dinner,  the  Piper  and  Prieft  mail  be  ready, 

And  ^m  grown  dowie  with  lying  my  lane, 
Away  then  leave  baith  Minny  and  Dady,  >* 

And  try  with  me  the  Bob  o/Dumbtam.  ^ 


SONG,  complaining  of  Ab fence 

To  the  Tune  of,  My  Apron  Deary, 

4 

AHCh^oe!  thouTreafure,  thou  Joy  of  my  Breaft, 
Since  -I  parted  from  thee,  I'm  a  Stranger  to  Reft, 
I  fly  to  the  Grove,  there  to  langui  (hand  mourn, 
There  figh  for  my  Charmer,  and  long  to  return. 
The  Fields  all  around  me  are  fmiling  and  gay, 

But  they  fmile  all  in  vain my  Chloe's  away  : 

The  Field  and  the  Grove  can  afford  me  no  eafe,— — 
But-bring  me  my  Chloe,  a  Defart  will  pleafe. 

no 


(47) 

No  Virgin  I  fee  that  my  Bofom  alarm?,' 
I'm  cold  to  the  faireft,  tho' glowing  with  Charms i 
In  vain  they  attack  me,  aadfparkletheEye} 
Thefe  are  not  the  Looks  of  my  Chloet  I  cry. 
Thefe  Looks  where  bright  Love  like  the  Sun  fits  en- 

thron'd, 
And  fmiling  diffufes  his  Influence  round, 
'Tvvas  thus  I  firft  view'd  thee,  my  Charmer,  amaz*d  } 
Thus  gaz'd  thee  with  Wonder,  and  lov'd  while  I  gaz'd : 

Then,  then  the  dear  Fair  one  was  ftill  in  my  Sight, 
It  was  Pleafure  all  Day,  it  was  Rapture  all  Night  s 
But  now  by  hard  Fortune  remov'd  from  my  Fair, 
In  Secret  I  languifh,  a  Prey  to  Defpair. 
But  Abfence  and  Torment  al>ate  not  my  Flame, 
My  Chloes  ftill  charming,  my  Paflion  the  fame  $ 
O !  would  fhe  pref  erve  me  a  Place  in  her  Breaft, 
Then  Abfence  wcoild  pleafe  me,  for  I  would  be  blefr. 

R. 


A    SONG, 

To  the  Tune  of,  I  fixed  my  Fancy  onhtK 

BRIGHT  Cynthia's  Power  divinely  great, 
W  hat  Heart  is  not  obeying* 
A  thoufand  Cupids  on  her  wait, 
And  in  her  Eyes  are  playing. 
She  feems  the  Queen  of  Love  to  reign,  -i 

For  fhe  alone  difpenfes 
Such  Sweets  as  beft  can  entertain 
The  Gull  of  all  the  Senfes. 


(4§) 

Her  Face  a  charming  ProfpecT:  brings, 

Her  Breath  gives  balmy  Blifles; 
I  hear  an  Angel  when  fhe  fings, 

And  tafte  of  Heaven  in  Kiiles. 
Four  Senf es  thus  fhe  feafts  with  Joy, 

From  Nature's  richeft  Treafure ; 
Let  me  the  other  Senfe  employ, 

And  I  mall  die  with  Pleafure, 


SONG. 

To  the  Tunc  of,  I  Ico'd  a  bonny  Lady, 

TELL  me,  tell  me,  charming  Creature8 
Will  you  never  eafe  my  Pain  l 
Mud  I  die  for  every  Feature  ? 

Muft  I  always  love  in  vain  > 
The  Defire  of  Admiration 

Is  the  Pleafure  you  purfue  % 
Pray  thee  try  a  lafting  Paflion, 
Such  a  Love  as  mine  for  you. 

Tears  and  fighing  could  not  move  you 5 

For  a  Lover  ought  to  dare  : 
When  I  plainly  told  I  lov'd  you, 

Then  you  faid  I  went  too  far. 
Are  fuch  giddy  Ways  befeeming  \ 

Will  my  Dear  be  fickle  ftill? 
Conqueft  is  the  ]oy  of  Women, 

Let  their  Slaves  be  what  they  will. 

Your 


(  %9  ) 

Your  Neglect  with  Torment  fills  me. 

And  my  defperate  Thoughts  increafe  5 
Jrayconfider,  ifyoukillme, 

You  will  have  a  Lover  lefs. 
If  your  wand'ring  Heart  is  beating 

For  new  Lovers,  let  it  be; 
But  when  you  have  done  coquetting, 

Name  a  Day,  and  fix  on  me. 


the  REPLY. 

*r  N  vain,  fond  Youth,  thy  Tears  give  o*er, 
-JL       What  more,  alas!  can  Fiavia  do* 
Thy  Truth  I  own,  thy  Fate  deplore : 
All  are  not  happy  that  are  true. 

Supprefs  thofe  Sighs,  and  weep  no  more  ; 

Should  Heaven  and  Earth  with  thee  combi«e.i 
'Twereallinvain,  fince  any  Power, 

To  crown  thy  Love,  mull  alter  mine, 

But  if  Revenge  can  eafe  thy  Pain, 

1'llfooth  the  Ills  I  cannot  cure, 
Tell  that  I  drag  a  hoplefs  Chain, 

And  all  that  I  inflict  endure,  X. 


The  Rqfe  in  Yarrow. 

To  the  Tune  of,  Mary  Scot. 

*  *"Tp  WAS  Summer  and  the  Day  was  fair, 

I        RefolvM  a  while  to  fly  from  Care, 
Beguiling  Thought,  forgetting  Sorrow, 
1  wander'd  o'er  the  Biaes  of  Yarrow  5 

C  Till 


Till  then  defpifing  Beauty's  Power, 
1  kept  my  Heart,  myownfecure^ 
But  Cupid's  Art  did  there  deceive  me, 
And  Marys  Charms  do  now  enflaveme. 

Will  cruel  Love  no  Bribe  receive  ? 

No  Ranfom  take  for  Mary's  Slave  ? 

Her  Frowns  of  Reft  and  Hope  deprive  me  s 

Her  lovely  Smiles  like  Light  revive  me. 

No  Bondage  may  with  mine  compare, 

Since  firft  I  faw  this  charming  Fair; 

This  beauteous  Flower,  this  Rofe  of  Vdrraws 

In  Nature's  Gardens  has  no  Marrow. 

Mad  I  of  Heaven  but  one  Requefl-, 
I'd  ask  to  lye  in  Mary's  Bread  j 
There  would  I  live  or  die  with  Pleafure, 
Nor  fpare  this  World  one  Moment's  Leifure^, 
Def  piling  Kings  and  all  that'sgreat, 
1'dfmileat  Courts  and  Courtiers  Fate  j 
My  Joy  compleat  on  fuch  a  Marrow, 
I'd  dwell  with  her  andlive  onYarrew, 

But  tho'fuch  Blifs  I  ne'er  fhould  gain, 
Contented  (till  I'll  wear  my  Chain, 
In  hopes  my  faithful  Heart  may  move  her  j 
For  leaving  Life  I'll  always  love  her. 
What?  Doubts  diftracT:  a  Lover's  Mind  ? 
That  Bread,  all  Sottnels  muft  prove  kind  5 
And  (he  (hall  yet  become  my  Marrow, 
The  lovely  beauteous  Rofe  of  Tarrsw. 


Tke 


(   5!    ) 

Ithe  Fair  Penitent 'i 
A  S O  NG — To  its  cwn  Tuffe^ 

A  Lovely  Lafs  to  a  Fryer  came 
To  confefs  in  a  Morning  early, 
In  what,  my  Dear,  are  you  to  blame  3 

Come  own  it  alljmcerely. 
I've  done,  Sir,  what  I  dare  not  name. 
With  a  Lad  who  loves  me  dearly. 

The  greateft  "Fault  in  my  felf  I  know* 

Is  what  I  now  difcover. 
Then y oh  toKomefor  that  mud  go, 

There  Difcipline  tofuffer. 
X,ake~a-day,  Sir  I  ifitmuftbefo. 

Pray  with  me  fend  my  Lover. 
No,  no,  my  Dear,  you  do  but  dream, 

We'U  have  no  double  treating  5 
"Butifwith  me  you'll  repeat  the  fame, 

Tit  tar  don  your  pafi  failing. 
I  mutt  own,  Sir,  tho'  I  blufh  for  fhairie,' 

That  your  Penance  is  prevailing. 


The  laft  Time  I  came  o'er  the  Moor, 

THE  lafl  Timet  came  o'er  the  Moor, 
1  left  my  Love  behind  me  -, 
Ye  Powers!  what  Pain  do  1  endure, 
When  foft Ideas  mind  me  ? 

C  2.  Sooa 


Soon  as  the  ruddy  Morn  difplay'd 
The  beaming  Day  enfuing, 

I  met  betimes  my  lovely  Maid,  jj; 

In  fit  retreats  for  Wooing. 

Beneath  the  cooling  Shade  we  lay,1 

Gazing  and  chaftly  fporting } 
Wekifs'd  and  promifs'd  Time  away, 

Till  Night  fpread  her  black  Curtain. 
1  pity'd  all  beneath  the  Skies, 

Ev'n  Kings  when  fhe  was  nigh  me 5 
In  Raptures  I  beheld  her  Eyes, 

Which  could  but  ill  deny  me, 

Shou'd  I  be  call'd  where  Cannons  roar, 

Where  mortal  Steel  may  wound  me  3 
Or  cafl:  upon  fome  foreign  Shore, 

Where  Dangers  may  furround  me : 
YetHopesngain  to  fee  my  Love, 

To  feaft  on  glowing  KifTes, 
Shall  make  my  Cares  at  Diftance  move^ 

In  Profpeft  of  fuch  BlifTes. 

In  all  my  Soul  there's  not  one  Place, 

To  let  a  Rival  enter: 
Since  fhe  excels  in  every  Grace, 

In  her  my  Love  (hall  center. 
Sooner  the  Seas  fhall  ceafe  to  flow, 

Their  Waves  the  Alps  fhall  cover  j 
On  Greenlandlco.  fhall Rofes  grow, 

Before  I  ceafe  to  love  her. 

The  next  Time  I  go  o'er  the  Moor, 

She  fhall  a  Lover  find  me  ,• 
And  that  my  Faith  is  firm  and  pure, 

Tho*  I  left  her  behind  mej 


Then 


c  n ) 

Then  Hymen's  facred  Bonds  (hall  chair* 
My*Heart  to  her  fair  Bofom, 

There,  while  my  Being  does  remain, 
My  Love  more  frefh  fhaU  bloffbnv 


the  Lafs  0/Featy'j  MM. 

THE  Lafs  of  Peatfs  Mill, 
So  bonny,  blytb,  and  gay, 
In  fpight  of  all  my  Skill, 

Hath  ftole  my  Heart  away. 
When  tedding  of  the  Hay 

Bare-headed  on  the  Green, 

Love  'midft  her  Locks  did  play, 

And  wanton'd  in  her  Een. 

Her  Arms,  white,  round  and  fmootfc, 

Breaftsrifingin  their  Dawn, 
To  Age  it  would  give  Youth, 

To  prefs  'em  with  his  Hand.  . 
Thro' all  my  Spirits  ran 

AnExftacy  of  Blifs, 
Whenlfuchfweetnefsfand 

Wrapt  in  a  balmy  Kifs.j 

Without  the  help  of  Art, ' 

Like  Flowers  which  grace  the  Wil^  , 
She  did  her  Sweets  impart, 

When  e'er  fhe  f  poke  or  fmil'd. 
Her  Looks  they  were  fo  milc^ 

Free  from  affected  Pride, 
She  me  t©  Love  beguil'd, 

I  wifti'd  her  for  my  Bride, 

C  |  Chad 


(H) 

©bad  I  all  chat  Wealth 

Moptouns  high  Mountains  fill, 
Infuv'd  long  Life  and  Health, 

And  Pleafures  at  my  Will  5 
IMpromife  and  fulfil, 

That  none  but  bony  fhe, 
■Tb'c  LaTs 6WeAtyrs  Mill,  " 

Shou'd  Chare  the  fame  wi'  me. 


GREEN  8LEEFES. 

E  watchful  Guardians  of  the  Fair, 
Who  skifFon  Wings  of  ambient  Air» 
Or  my  dear  Delia  take  a  Care, 

And  reprefent  her  Lover, 
With  all  the  Gaiety  of  Youth, 
With  Honour,  Juftice,  Love  and  Truth*. 
Till  I  return,  her  Paflions  footb, 
forme,  in  Whifpers  move  her, 

Be  careful  no  baf e  fordid  Slave , 
With  Soul  funk  in  a  golden  Grave," 
Who  knows  no  Virtue  but  to  fave. 

With  glaring  Gold  bewitch  her. 
Tell  her,  for  me  fhe  was  defign'd, 
For  me,  who  know  how  to  be  kind, 
$nd  have  mair  Plenty  in  my  Mind, 

Than  one  who's  ten  Times  richer* 


Let  all  the  World  turn  upfide  down, 
And  Fools  run  an  eternal  Round, 
JnQueft  of  what  can  ne'er  be  found, 
To  pleafe  their  vain  Ambition. 


m 


(fp) 

fjff  n  Down  the  BurnD  A  v  i  w,  .n 

volu  iprr^o  $raMffcnr?  foauMxr/ 

WHEN  Trees  did  bud,  and  Fields  were  greea^ 
And  Broom  bioom'd  fair  to  fee  j 
When  Mary  was  eompleat  Fifteen, 

And  Loye  laugh'd  in  her  Eye  j 
Blyth  Davie's  Blinks  her  Heart  did  move 

To  fpeak  her  mind  thus  free, 
Gang  down  the  Burn,  Davie,  JLovet 
And  I  Jh  all  folio  iv  thee. 

Now  Davie  did  each  Lad  furpafs. 

That  dwelt  on  this  Burnfide, 
And  Mary  was  the  bonniefl  Lafs, 

Juft  meet  to  be  a  Bride  5 
Her  Cheeks  were  rofie,  red  and  whiter 

Her  Een  were  bonny  blue ; 
Her  Looks  were  like  Aurora  bright,    , 

Her  Lips  like  dropping  Dew. 

As  down  the  Burn  they  took  their  Way, 

What  tender  Tales  they  faid  I 
His  Cheek  to  hers  he  aft  did  lay, 

And  with  her  Bofom  play'dj 
Till  baith  at  length  impatient  grown, 

To  be  mair  fully  bleft, 
In  yonder  Vale  they  leaned  them  down;     , 

Love  only  faw  the  reft.    . 

LWli-at  p-tfs5d}  I  guefs,  was  harmlefs  Play* 

And  naithLng  fure  unmeet ; 
Fof,  ganging  hame,  I  heard  them  fay? 

They  lik'd  a  Wa'k  fae  fwset-i 


And 


(6o  ) 

j&nd  that  they  afteri  fhou'd  return  . 

Sic  Pleafure  to  renew, 
Quoth  Mary,  Love,  I  like  the  Burn, 

And  ay  fhall  follow  you. 


S    O    N    Gv 

To  the  Tune  of,  Gilder  R$y 

AH!  Cloris,  cou'd  I  now  but  fit 
Asunconcern'd,  as  when 
Your  Infant  Beauty  cou'd  beget 

No  Happinefs  nor  Pain. 
When  I  this  Dawning  did  admire^, 

And  prais'd  the  coming  Day, 
1  little  thought  that  rifing  Fire, 
Wou'd  take  my  Reft  away. 

Your  Charms  in  harmlefs  Childhood  lay^ 

AsMetalsinaMinei 
Age  from  no  Face  takes  more  away». 

Than  Youth  conceal'd  in  thine  s 
But  as  your  Charms  infenfibly 

To  their  Perfection  preft ; 
So  Love  as  unperceiv'd  did  fly, 

And  center'd  in  my  Brcaft. 

My  Paffion  with  your  Beauty  grewsV 

While  Cupidzt  my  Heart, 
Still  as  his  Mother  favour'd  you, 

Threw  a  new  flamingDartv 
Each  gloried  in  their  wanton  Part} 

To  make  a  Lover,  he 
Employ 'd  the  utmoft  of  his  Art  j  — - - 

To  make  a  Beauty,  fbe.  X< 

.  ASC4 

yjw^  tewM  L<  L  %m$  of 


A  SONC> 


L    S   O   N  Q. 

To  the  Tune  of,  The  yelhiv-hair'd  Laddie.  '' 

YE  Shepherds  and  Nymphs  that  adorn  the  gay  Plain; 
Approach  fromjourSports.an^  attend  to.myStraia 
Amongft  all  your  Number  a  Lover  fo  true, 
Was  ne'er  fo  undone,  with  f  uch  Blifs  in  his  View. 

Was  ever  a  Nymph  fohard-hearted  as  mine  ? 
She  knows  me  fincere,  and  fhe  fees  how  I  pine, 
She  does  not  difdain  me,  nor  frown  in  hep  Wrath,. 
But  calmly  and  mildly  refigns  me  to  Death. 

She  calls  me  her  Friend  j  but  her  Lover  denies, 

She  fmiles  when  I'm  chearful,  but  hears  not  my.  Sighs  %-„  , 

A  Bofom  fo  flinty,  fo  gentle  an  Air, 

Infpires  me  with  Hope,  and  yet  bidsmedefpair! 

I  fall  at  her  Feet,  and  implore  her  with  Tears  i 

Her  Anfwer  confounds,  while  her  Manner  endears*, 

When  foftly  me  tells  me  to  hope  no  Relief, 

My  trembling  Lips  blefs  her  in  fpite  of  my  Grief.  ^ 

By  Night,  while  I  {lumber,  ftill  haunted  with  Care/ 

I  ftart  up  in  Anguifh,  and  figh  for  the  Fair : 

The  Fair  fleeps  in  Peace,  may  fhe  ever  do  fo! 

And  only  when  dreaming  imagine  my  Wo.  s& 

Then  gaze  at  a  diftance,  nor  farther  afpire, 
Nor  think  fhe  fhould  love,  whom  fhe  cannot  admire  a 
Hufh  all  thy  complaining,  and  dying  her  Slave, 
Commend  her  to  Heaven,  and  thy  felf  to  the  Grave. 

SO  NG(. 


e 


SONG. 

To*he  tune  of,  Whenjbe  came  Unjke  bobed* 

?,OME,  fill  me  a  Bumpqr,  my  jolly  brave  Boys, 
Let's  have  no  more  Female  Impert'nence  and 
NoiTej 

Ear  IVe  try'd  the  Endearments  and  Pleafures  of  Love, 
And  I  find  they're  but  NonfenfeandWhimfies,  hyjove* 

WhenfirftofallB^/y  and  I  were  acquaint, 
I  whin'd  like  a  Fool,  and  (he  figh'd  like  a  Saint  s    : 
But  I  found  her  Religion,  her  Face  and  her  Love, 
yttxtHypocrify,  Paint,  and .  Self-Intereft,  by  Jove*  , . 

Sweet  Cecil  came  next  with  her  languifhing  Air,  -  . 
Her  Out  fide  was  orderly,  modeft  and  fair  j 
But  her  Soul  wasfopbiftkate,  fo  was  her  Love, 
For  I  found  &e  was  only  a  Strumpet,  by  Jove,  , 

Utile  double  guilt  Jenny's  Gold  charm'd  me  at  laft  i 
You  know  Marriage  and  Money  together  does  beft.  « 
Bur  the  Baggage  forgetting  her  Vows  and  her  Love, 
Gave  her  Gold  to  zfniv'ling  dull  Coxcomb,  by  Jov&,    , 

Come  fill  me  a  Bumper  then,  jolly  brave  Boys  5 
Here's  a  Farewelto  Female  Impert'nence  and  Noife  % 
I  know  few  of  the  Sex  that  are  worthy  my  Love  5 
And  tqt  Strumpets  and  Jilts,  I  abhor  them,  by  Jove. 

l; 


Drill- 


D u mbarto n I s  Drumsl 

Y*\IJMBARTON's  Drums  beat  bonny-O, 
\:-3-  ;  When  they  mind  me  of  my  fe%xJonny-Q; 

How  happy  am  I, 

When  my  Soldier  is  by, 
"While  he  kiflesand  blefTes  his  Annie-°®\ 
'Tis  a  Soldier  alone  can  delight  me--Q, 
For  his*graceful  Looks  do  invite  me--0 

While  guarded  in  his  Arms, 

I'll  fear  no  War's  alarms, 
Neither  Danger  nor  Death  mall  e'er  fright  mfi**0v 

My  Love  is  a  handfome  Laddie-O, 
Genteel,  but  ne'er  foppifh  nor  gaudy--0;  , 

Tho'  Commiffions  are  dear, 

Yet  I'll  buy  him  one  this  Y  ear  j 
For  he  fhall  ferve  no  longer  a  Cadie—O.  , 
A  Soldier  has  Honour  and  Bravery— O, 
Unacquainted  with  Rogues  and  their  Knav*jry-»0.s 

He  minds  no  other  Thing, 

But  the  Ladies  or  the  King  2 
For  every  other  Care  is  but  Slavery-*©,  I 

Then  I'll  be  the  Captain's  Lady.^O, 
Farewel  all  my  Friends  and  my  Dady—O,'   » 

I'll  wait- no  more  at  Home, 

But  I'll  follow  with  the  Drum!, 
And  when  e'er  that  beats,  I'll  be  ready- JQ",1  i 
Dumbarton's  Drums  found  bonny— O, 
They  are  fprightly  like  my  dear  Jonny-*Q : 

How  happy  fhal]  I  be, 

When  on  my  Soldier's  Knee, 
kni  he  kifles  aad  bletfes  hi§  jfywk*»Q  I  C,1 

'MuU 


AM  Ung  fine*  ■ 

SHOULD  auld  Acquaintance  be  forgot  r. 
1  Tho*  they  return  with  Scars } 
Thefe  are  the  noble  Hero's  Lqt, 

Obtain'd  in  glorious  V^ars  .• 
"Welcome  my  Varo,  as  my  Breaft*  ~  "  * 

Thy  Arms  about  me  twine, 
And  make  me  once  again  as  bleft, ,, : 
AsXwaslangfyne0 

Methinks  around  us  on  each  Bough, 

A  thoufand  Cupids  play, 
While  thro*  the  Groves  I  walk  with  you>  .. 

Each  Ob  jed  makes  me  gay  : 
Since  your  Return,  .the  Sun  and  Moon    „ 

With  brighter  Beams  do  mine, 
Streams  murmur  foft  Notes  while  they  m*,.  ., 

As  they  did  lang  fy  ne. ... 

Defpife  the  Court  and  Din  of  State  V  - 

Let  thatto  their  Share  fall, 
Who    an  efteem  fuch  Slavery  great, .--., 

While  bounded  like  a  Ball : 
But  funk  in  Love,  upon  my  Arms 

Let  your  brave  Head  recline, 
^We'll  pleafe  ourlelve&with  mutual  Charms? ,  ... 

Aswedidlangfyne.  .-.' 

O'er  Moor  and  Dale,  with  your  gay  Friend, 

You  may  purfue  the  Chacc, 
And,  after  a  blyth  Bottle,  end    I 

All  Cares  in  rm£ Embrace  j 

•  mi 


( «f$ 

And  in  a  vacant  rainy  Day 

You  fhall  be  wholly  mine ; 
kWe'll  make  the  Hours  run  fmooth  awayj 

And  laugh  atlangfyne, 

The  Hero,  pleas'd  with  the  fweet  Air^ 

And  Signs  of  generous  Love, 
tWhich  had  been  utter'd  by  the  Fair, 

Bow'd  to  the  Pow'rs  above  ,• 
Next  Day,  with  Confentand  glad  Hafte» 

Th'  approach'd  the  facred  Shrine  ; 
Where  the  good  Prieft  the  Couple  bleft. 

And  put  them  out  of  Pine, 


The  Lafs  of  Livingfton. 

fAI  N'D  with  her  flighting  Jamie's  Low, 
Sell  dropt  a  l^ear — Bell  dropt  a  Tear. 
The  Gods  defcended  from  above, 

Well  pleas'd  to  hear Wellpleas'd  to  hear. 

They  heard  theJ>raifes,o£ the  Youth 

From  her  own  Tongue- — Ftom  her  own  Tongue^ 
Who  now  converted  was  to  Truth, 
And  thus  Ihe  fung — And  thus  Ihe  fung. 

BJeftDays  when  ouringen'ousSex, 

More  frank  and  kind More  frank  and  kind. 

Did  not  their  lov'd  Adorers  vex  $ 

But  f  poke  their  Mind, But  fpoke  their  Mind* 

Repenting  now,  ihe  promis'd  fair, 

Wou'd  he  return — Wou'd  he  return, 
She  ne'er  again  wou'd  give  him  Care, 

Or  caufe  him  mourn — Or  caufe  him  mourn. 


Mf 


(66  ) 

Why  lov'd  I  the  deferving  Swain, 

Yet  ftill  thought  Shame— Yet  ftill  thought  Shame,1 
When  he  my  yielding  Heart  did  gain, 

To  own  my  Flame To  own  my  Flame? 

LWhy  took  I  Pleafure  to  torment, 

And  feem  too  coy- — And  feem  too  Coy  1 
.Which  makes  me  now  alas  lament 

My  flighted  Joy — My  flighted  Joy. 

|Ye  Fair,  while  Beauty's  in  itsSpring, 

Own  your Defire,— — Own  your  Dcfire, 
While  Love's  young  Power  with  his  foft  Wmg, 

Fans  up  the  Fire — Fans  up  the  Five. 
O  do  not  with  a  filly  Pride, 

Or  low  Defign-^—Qrlow  Befiga, 
Refufe  to  be  a  happy  Bride, 

But  aniwer  plain- — but  anfwer  plain*' 

Thus  the  fair  Mourner  wail'd  her  Crime, 

With  flowing  Eyes- — With  flowing  Eye*; 
$lad  Jamie  heard  her  all  the  Time, 

With  fweet  Surprife — With  iweet  Surprifei 
Some  God  had  led  him  to  the  Grove  j 

His  Mind  unchang'd His  Mind  unchang'4 

flew  to  her  Arms,  andcry'd,  my  Love, 

lam  reveng'd — Iamreveng'd! 


Peggy,   /  fnuft  love  thee* 

A*S  from  a  Rock  pad  all  Relief,, 
j;\  The  fhipwraekt  Colin  fpying 
His  native  Soil,  o'ercome  with  Grief* 
Half  funk  in  Wa yes,  and  dying; 


e*7) 

With  toe  next  Morning  Sun  he  fpfes 
A  Ship,  which  gives  unhoped  Surprize  | 
New  Life  fprings  up,  he  lifts  his  Eyes 
With  Joy,  and  waits  he*  Motion* 

So  when  by  her  whom  long  -I  lov'd, 

I  fcorn'd  was,  and  deferted, 
jLow  with  Defpairmy  Spirits  mov'dj 

To  be  for  ever  parted  : 
Thus  droop'd  I,  till  diviner  Grace 
I  found  in  Peggy's  Mind  and  Face} 
Ingratitude  appear'd  then  bafe, 
But  Virtue  more  engaging. 

Then  now,  fince  happily  I've  hit, 

I'll  have  no  mora  delaying  i 
Let  Beauty  yield  to  manly  Wit, 
Weloie  ourfelves  in  flaying : 
rilhafte  dull  Counfhip  to  a  Clofe," 
Since  Marriage  can  my  Fears  oppofej, 
Why  mould  we  happy  Minutes  lofe, 
Since,  Teggy,  I  mud  love  thee  i 

Men  may  be  f  ooJifh,  if  they  pleafc*,1 
And  deem't  a  Lover's  Duty, 

To  figh,  and  facrifice  their  Eafe, 
Doating  on  a  proud  Beauty  : 

Such  was  my  Cafe  for  many  a  Year, 

Still  Hope  fucceedingtomy  Fear; 

Falfe  Betty's  Charms  now  difappear, 
Sijice  Peggy's  far  outfhine  them. 


&&£fi 


(68) 
O    D    E. 

HENCE  every  Thing  that  can" 
Pifturb  the  Quiet  of  Man  $ 

Beblyth,  my  Soul, 

In  a  full  Bowl 

Drown  thy  Care, 

And  repair 

The  vital  Stream  : 

Since  Life's  a  Dream," 

Let  Wine  abound, 

And  Healths  go  round", 

We'll  deep  more  found, 
And  let  the  dull  unthinking  Mob  purfue 
Each  endlefs  Wifh,  and  ftill  their  Toil  renew. 


Bessy  Bell  and  Ma ky  Gray. 

Beffy  Bell  and  Mary  Graf, 
They  are  twa  bonny  LafTes, 
They  bigg'd  a  Bower  on  yon  Burn-Brae, 

Andtheek'dito'erwi'Raftjeja  . 
Fair  Beffy  Bell  I  loo'd  yeftreen, 

And  thought  I  ne'er  cou'd  alter, 
But  Mary  Gray's  twa  pawky  Een,  ,■ 
They  gar  my  Fancy  falter. 

How  Bejfy's  Hair's  like  a  Lint-tap 5  ; 

She  (miles  like  a  Afoy-morning, 
When  Pbfxfots  ftarts  f  rae  Thetis'  Lap, 

The  Hills  with  Rays  adorning  s 

White 


(  «P  ) 

White  is  her  Neck,  faft  is  her  Hand, 
Her  Waift  and  Feet'sfu'  genty, 

With  ilka  Grace  fhe  can  command  j 
Her  Lips,  Owow!  they're  dainty. 

And  Mary's  Locks  are  like  a'Craw, 

Her  Eyes  like  Diamonds  glances; 
She's  ay  fae  clean,  red  up  and  braw9 

She  kills  whene'er  (he  dances : 
Blyth  as  a  Kid,  with  Wit  at  Will, 

She  blooming,  tight  and  tall  is  j 
And  guides  her  Airs  fae  gracefuMlill, 

Q$ove!  me's  like  thy  PalUs* 

©ear  Befjy  Bell  mi  Mary  Gray, 

Ye  unco'  fair  opprefs  us; 
Our  Fancies  jee  between  you  twa. 

Ye  are  fie  bonny  Lafles-: 
Wae1  me!  forbaithlcannaget, 

To  ane  by  Law  we're  (tented; 
Then  Til  draw  Cuts,  and  take  my  Fate, 

And  be  with  ane  contented. 


Til  never  leave  thee* 

THO*  foi 


]ONNY. 

for  feven  Vears  and  mair,  Honour  fiaou]<i 
eave  me, 
To  Fields  where  Cannons  rair,  thou  need  na  grieve 

thee  : 
For  deep  in  my  Spirits  thy  Sweets  are  indented ; 
And  Love  (hall  preferve  ay  what  Love  has  imprinted. 
Leave  thee,  leave  thee,  I'll  never  eave  the* , 
<*angthe  Wafldasit  will,  Deareft,  believe  me. 

NlLLYf 


(  70  ) 

Nelly. 

©  Jenny,  I'm  jealous  whene'er  ye  difcover; 
My  Sentiments  yielding,  ye'll  turn  a  loofe  Rover 3 
And  nought  i'the  Warld  wad  vex  my  Heart  fairer, 
If  you  prove  unconftant,  and  fancy  ane  fairer. 
<}rieveme,  grieve  me,  oh  it  wad  grieve  me! 
A9  tjbte  lang  Night  and  Day,  if  you  deceive  me* 

JONNT. 

My  Nelly,  let  never  fie  Fancies  opprefs ye,' 
For,  while  my  Blood's  warm,  I'll  kindly  cards  ye  t 
Your  blooming  iaft  Beauties  firft  beeted  Love's  Fire8 
Your  Virtue  and  Wit  make  it  ay  flame  the  higher. 
I-eavethee,  leave  thee,  I'll  never  leave  thee, 
Sang  the  Waild  as  it  will,  Deareft,  believe  me> 

Nelly. 

Then,  *$-onny,  I  frankly  this  Moment  allow  ye, 
To  think  me  your  Miftrels,  for  Love  gars  me  trowyej 
And  gin  ye  prove  fauie,  to  y  e'rfell  be  it  iaid  then, 
Ye'll  win  but  fma'  Honour  to  wrang  a  kind  Maiden  : 
Reave  me,  reave  me,  Heavens !  it  wad  reave  me 
Of  my  Reft  Night  and  Day,  if  ye  deceive  me. 

JONNY. 

Bid  Icefliogles  hammer  red  Gauds  on  the  Studdy, 
And  f  *    Summer  Mornings  nae  mair  appear  ruddys 
Bid  Britons  think  ae  Gate,  and  when  they  obey  ye, 
But  never  till  t^itt  Time,  believeT  SI  bet*  ay  ye. 
"Leave  thee,  leave  thee,  I'll  never  leave  thee  j 
The  Sums  fhaligan^  wilherfhins  e'er.  I  deceive  thee. 


My 


i  71 ) 

My  Deary i  if  thou  Dk. 

LOVE  never  more  (hall  give  me  Pain, 
My  Fancy's  nVdtmtheej 
Nor  ever  Maid  my  Heart  fhall  gain, 

My  Peggy,  if  thou  die. 
Thy  Beauties  did  fuch  Pleafure  give, 

Thy  Loves  fo  true  to  me  : 
Without  thee  I  fhall  never  lire, 
My  Deary,  if  thou^ie. 

If  Fate  mail  tear  thee  from  my  Br  edit, 

How  (hall  I  lonely  ftray  > 
In  dreary  Dreams  the  Night  -I'll  wafte, 

In  Sighs  the  filentt)ay. 
I  ne'er  can  fo  much  Virtue  find, 

Nor  fuch  Perfe&io  n  fee  : 
Then  I'll  renounce  all  Woman-kind, 

My  Peggy,  after  thee. 

No  new-blowa  Beauty  fires  my  Heart 

With  Cupid's  raving  Rage, 
But  thine,  which  can  fuch  Sweets  imparl 

Mufl  all  the  World  ing'age. 
*Twas  this  that  like  the  Morning  Sun 

Gave  Joy  and  Life  to  me  j 
And  when  its  deftinV)  Day  is  done, 

With  Peggy  let  me  die. 

Ye  Powers  that  f  mile  on  virtuous  Love, 

And  in  fuch  Pleafure  (hare  ; 
You  who  its  faithful  Flames  approve* 

With  Pity  yiew  the  Fair. 

Reftore 


n 


i  71  '§ 

Reftore  my  Peggy's  wonted  Charms^ 
Thofe  Charms  fo  dear  to  me; 

Oh  !  never  rob  them  from  thofe  Arms  5 
I'm  loft,  ii  Peggy  die. 


My  Jo  Janet. 

SWEET  Sir,  for  your  Courtefie, 
When  ye  come  by  the  Bafs  then$ 
For  the  Love  ye  bear  to  me, 

Buy  meaKeeking-glafsthen. 
Keek  into  the  Draw~weU, 

Janet,  Janet; 
And  there  ye' 11  feeye'r  bonny  fell. 
My  Jo  Janet, 

ICeeking  in  the  Draw-well  clear, 

What  if  I  fhou'd  fa' in, 
Syne  a'  my  Kin  will  fay  and  fwear*, 

I  drown'd  my  fell  for  Sin. 
Mad  the  better  be  the  Brae9 

Janet,  Janet; 
fladthe  better  be  the  Brae, 
My  Jo  Janet. 

Good  Sir,  for  your  Courtefie^ 

Coming  through  Aberdeen  theft. 
For  the  Love  ye  bear  tome, 

Buy  me  a  Pair  of  Shoontheh. 
Chut  the  auld,  the  new  are  dear, 

Janer,  Janet; 
"Ae  Pair  may  gain  ye  hajfa  Year* 
My  Jo  Janet. 


But 


(  75  ) 

But  what  If  dancing  on  the  Green; 
And  skipping  like  a  Mawking, 
If  they  Jhould  fee  my  clouted  Shooa^ 

Of  me  they  will  be  taulking. 
Dance  By  high*  and  late  at  E\yu 

Janet*  Janet, 
Sym  a' their  Fa/its  will  na  hefeen* 
My  Jo  Janet. 

Kind  Sir,  for  your  Courtefy, 
When  yegae  to  the  Grofs  then* 

For  the  Love  ye  bear  to  me, 
Buy  me  a  pacing  Horfe  then* 

Pace MpS  your  Spinning-wheel? 

Janet,  Janet; 
fate?*??'  your  Sp'm'mg~wbeel9 

My  Jo  Janet. 

My  Spinning-wheel  is  auld  and  ftiff. 

The  Rock  o*t  winna  ftand,  Sir, 
To  keep  the  Temper-pin  in  tiff, 

Employs  aft  my  Hand,  Sir, 
Make  the  befi  (ft  that  p  can, 

Janet,  Janet  j 
But  like  it  never  wale  a  Ma%> 
My  Jo  Janet. 


w 


SON    G. 

To  the  Tune  of,  John  Anderfm  my  Jo\ 
HAT  means  this  Nicenefs  now  of  late* 


Since  Time  that  Truth  doth  provt  ? 
Such  Diftance  may  confift  with  State,, 
But  never  will  with  Lore. 

8  3*? 


( 74  y 

*Tis  either  Cunning  or  Difdain 
That  does  fuch  ways  allow ; 

Thefirftisbafe,  the  laft  is  vain  : 
May  neither  happen  you. 

For  if  it  be  to  draw  me  on, 

You  over-ad  your  Part  j 
And  if  it  be  to  have  me  gone^ 

You  need  not  haff  that  Art: 
For  if  you  chance  a  Look  to  caftV 

That  feems  to  be  a  Frown, 
I'll  give  you  all  the  Love  that's  paft, 

The  reft  fhall  be  my  own. 


AuU  ROB  MORIS. 

MITHER. 

AU  LD  Rob  Moris  thai  wins  in  yon  Glen„ 
He's  the  King  of  good  Fellows,  and  Wale  of 
auld  Men, 
Hasfourfcoreof  black  Sheep,  andfouvfcoretoo? 
Au!d  Rob  Moris  is  the  Man  ye  maun  log. 

DOUGHTER. 
KaJd  your  Tongue,  Mither,  and  let  that  ab«.«C 
For  his  Eild  and  my  Eild  can  never  agree  ; 
They'll  never  agree,  and  that  will  be  feen! 
For  he  is  fourf core,  and  I'm  but  fifteen. 

MITHER. 

Ha'd  your  Tongue,  Daughter,  and  lay  by  your  Pride,       , 
For  he's  be  the  Bridegroom,  and  ye's  be  the  Bride  j    \ 
He  fhall  ly  by  your  Side,  and  kifsye  too,  . 

Auld  Rob  Motis'n  the  Man  ye  maun  loo. 

DOUGH- 


(75-) 

doughter; 

Auld  Rob  Moris 3  I  ken  him  fou  wee!, 
His  A—- —  it  flicks  out  like  ony  Peet-crfcel, 
He'sout-fhin'd,  in-knee'd,  and  ringle-ey'd  coo  j 
Auld  Rob  Moris  is  the  Man  I'll  ne'er  loo. 

MITHER. 
Tho*  auld  Rob  Moris  be  an  elderly  Man, 
Yet  his  auld  Brafs  it  will  buy  a  new  Pan; 
Then,  Doughter,  ye  fhoudna  be  fae  ill  to  fhoo. 
For  auld  Rob  Moris  is  the  Man  ye  maim  loo. 

DOUGHTER. 
But  auld  Rob  Moris  1  never  will  hae, 
His  Back  is  fae  ft  iff,  and  his  Beard  is  grpwn  grey 
I  had  titter  die  than  livewi'  him  a  Year  $ 
Sac  mair  of  Rob  Morisl  never  will  hear. 


SONG. 

To  the  Tune  of>  Come  kifs  with  me,  come  clap  with  meJkcl 

PEGGY. 

MY  Jocky  blyth  for  what  thou  haft  done, 
There  is  nae  help  nor  mending  i 
For  thou  haft  jog'dmeoutof  Tune, 

For  a' thy  fair  pretending. 
JMy  Mither  fees  a  Change  on  me, 

For  my  Complexion  dallies, 
Andthi«,  alas!  has  been  with  thee 
Sae  late  amang  the  Raphes. 

JOCKY. 

My  Peggy,  what  I've  faid  I'll  do,  ' 

To  free  thee  frae  her  Scouling;  ', 

Come  then  and  let  us  buckle  to, 
Nae  langer  let's  be  fooling : 

D  %  Tot 


(70 

For  her  Content  Til  inftant  wed, 

Since  thy  Complexion  dafhes  5 
And  then  we'll  try  a  Feather-bed, 

Tis  fafter  than  the  Rafhes. 

PEGGY. 

Then  JoCky  flnce  thy  Love's  fae  true, 

Let  Mirher  fcoul,  I'm  eafy  : 
Sae  lang's  I  live,  I  ne'er  fhall  rue 

For  what  I've  done  to  pleafe  thee/ 
.And  there's  my  Hand,  Vie  ne'er  complains 

O!  well's  me  en  the  Rafhes  j 
•When  e'er  thou  likes  I'll  do't  again, 

AndaFeg  fora'their  Clafhes.  Z- 


song. 

To  the  Tune  of,  Rothes*s  Lament  j  or  Pinkf*houfit 

AS  Sylvia  in  a  Foreft  lay, 
To  vent  her  Woe  alone  -, 
Her  Swain  Sylvetnder  came  that  Way£ 

And  heard  her  dying  Moan. 
Ah  i  is  my  Love  ((he  faid)  to  you 

So  worthlefs  and  fo  vain : 
Why  is  your  wonted  Fondnef  s  now 
Convened  to  Bifdain? 

You  vowM  the  Light  mould  Darknefs  turn; 

E'er  you'd  exchange  your  Love ; 
In  Shades  now  may  Creation  mourn,1 

^ince  vow  unfaithful  prove* 

Was 


(77) 

Was  it  for  this  I  Credit  gave 

To  ev*ry  Oath  you  fwore  ? 
But  ah !  it  feems  they  moft  deceive. 

Who  moft  our  C harm's  adore. 

'Tis  plain  your  Drift  was  all  Deceit,, 

ThePradiceof  Mankind: 
Alas!  I  fee  it  but  too  late, 

My  Love  had  made  me  blind. 
For  you,  delighted  I  could  die  s* 

But  oh  !  with  Grief  I'm  fill'd, 
To  think  that  credulous  conftant  V- 

Should  by  your  felf  be  kill'd* 

This  faid,— all  breathlefs,  ficfc  andpale, 

Her  Head  upon  her  Hand, 
She  found  her  vital  Spirits  fail, 

And  Senfes  at  a  Stand. 
Sylvander  then  began  to  melt  ; ; 

But  ere  the  Word  was  given, 
The  heavy  Hand  of  Death  fhe  felt',1, 

Andilgh'dher  Soul  to  Heaven.  H> 


ffhe  young  Laird  and  Edinburgh  Katy. 

NO  W  wat  ye  wha  I  met  yeftreen, 
Coming  down  the  Street,  my  Jo  ? 
My  Miftrefs  in  her  Tartan  Screen, 
Fow  bonny,  brawand  fweet,  my  Jo* 
My  Dear,  quoth  I,  thanks  to  the  Night, 
That  never  wifh'd  a  Lover  ill, 
Since  ye're  out  of  your  Mither's  Sights 
Let's  take  a  Waukup  to  the  Hill. 


©Katy,  wiltagangwj'me. 
And  leave  the  dinfome  Town  a  while'; 
The  BlofTom's  fprouting  frae  the  Tree, 
And  a  the  Summer's  gawn  to  fmile.* 
The  Mavis,  Nightingale  and  Lark, 
The  bleeting  Lambs  and  whittling  Hind, 
In  ilka  Dale,  Green,  Shaw  and  Park, 
Will  nourifh  Health,  and  glad  ye*r  Mind. 

Soon  as  the  clear  Goodman  of  Day 
Bends  his  Morning  Draught  of  Dew, 
We'll  gae  to  fome  JBurn-lIde  and  play, 
And  gather  Flowers  to  busk  ye'r  Brow. 
We'll  pou  the  Daifles  on  the  Green, 
The  lucken Gowans  frae  the  Bog  5 
Between  Hands  now  and  then  we'll  lean, 
And  /port  upo}  the  Velvet  Fog, 

There's  up  into  a  pleafar.t  Glen, 
A  wee  piece  frae  my  Father's  Tower, 
A  canny,  faft  and  flow'ry  Den, 
.Which  circling  Birks  have  form'd  a  Bower  % 
When  e'er  the  Sun  grows  high  and  warm* 
WtM  to  the  cauler  Shade  remove, 
There  will  I  lock  thee  in  mine  Arm, 
And  love  and  kifs,  and  kifs  and  love. 


Katy'j  dnfwer. 

MY  Mither's  ay  glow  ran  o'er  me, 
Tho'  flie did  the  fame  before  me  5 
I  canna  get  leave 
To  look  to  my  Loove, 
Qrelfe  fhe:Jl  be  like  todeyour  me. 


Right 


(  19  ) 

Right  fain  wad  I  take  ye'is  Offer, 
Sweet  Sir,  but  I'll  tine  my  Tocher; 
Then  Sandy,  ye'llfret, 
And  wyte  ye'r  poor  Kate, 
When  e'er  ye  keek  in  your  t'oom  Goffer. 

For  tho'  my  Father  has  plenty 
Of  Siller  and  Plenifhing  dainty, 
Yet  he's  unco  fweer 
To  twin  wi'  his  Gear ; 
And  fae  we  had  need  to  be  tenty. 

Tutor  my  Parents  wi'  Caution* 

Be  wylie  in  ilka  Motion ; 

Brag  well  o'  ye'r  Land, 
And  there's  my  leal  Hand, 

Win  them,  I'll  be  at  your  Devotion. 


MART   SCOT. 

HA  P  P  Y's  the  Love  which  meets  Return,' 
When  in  foft  Flames  Souls  equal  burn  j 
Eut  Words  are  wanting  to  difcover 
The  Torments  of  a  hopelefs  Lover.- 
Yeregiftersof  Heav'n  relate, 
If  looking  o'er  the  Rolls  of  Fate, 
Did  you  there  fee  me  mark'd  to  marrow 
Mary  Scot  the  Flower  of  Tarroiv. 

Ah  no  !  her  Form's  too  heavenly  fair, 
Her  Love  the  Gods  above  muft  mare  5 
While  Mortals  with  Defpair  explore  heiv 
And  at  a  Diftance  due  adore  her„ 

D  4  ST 


©lovely  Maid!  my  Doubts  beguile^ 
Revive  and  blefs  me  with  a  Smile  s 
Alas!  if  not,  you'll  foondebara 
Sighing  Swain  the  Banks  of  Xarrowl 

Behufh,  ye  Fears,  Illnotdefpaiiv 
My  Mary's  tender  as  (he's  fair  j 
Then  I'll  go  tell  her  all  mine  Anguifh* 
She  is  too  good  to  let  me  languifh  j 
With  Succefs  crown'd  I  will  not  envy 
The  Folks  who  dwell  above  the  Sky  $ 
When  Mary  Sect's  become  my  Marrow* 
iWe'll  make  a  Paradife  on  TCanow. 


Wine  and  Mufick,  an  Ode, 


$XMON,"}S~^  Colin,  how  dull  is't  to  be 

\J-  When  a  Soul  is  finking  wi'  Pain, 
To  one  who  is  pained  like  me> 
My  Life's  grown  a  Load, 
And  my  Faculties  nod, 
While  I  figh  for  coldjeamein  vain, 

I'm  flain,  Pm  flain,  I'm  flafo. 
The  Wound  it  is  mortal  and  deep,  f 

ftly  Pulfes  beat  low  in  each  Vein, 

And  threaten  eternal  Sleep, 

&GLW.']  Come  here's  the  beft  Gure  for  thy  Wounds* 

A  Cure  for  all  thy  Wounds, 

The  Bowl,  the  Bowl,  the  Bowl> 

O  Boy,  the  Cordial  Bowl  J 

With  foft  harmonious  Sounds, 
•■  Wounds, 


(SO 

^Wounds,  Wounds,  Wounds,  thefe  can  cure  all  Woutfif^ 
With  loft  harmonious  Sounds, 
And  pull  off  the  Cordial  Bowl : 
JTune,  tune,  tune,  O  Symon  tuns  thy  Soul, 

Above  the  Gods  bienly  bouze, 

When  round  they  meet  in  a  Ring^ 

They  caft  away  Care,  andcaroufe 

Their  Neftar,  while  they  flng. 

Then  drink,  drink,  drink  and  fing3 
Thefe  make  the  Blood  circle  fine^ 

Strike  up  the  Mufick, 

ThefafeftPhyfick, 
Compounded  with  fparkling  Wine] 


To  tbeVh-—  An  QBE. 


Vides,  ut  alt a  Jlet  nive  candidum 
Soratie HOR. 


LO  O  K  up  to  Ventland's  towring  Taps, 
juried  beneath  great  Wreaths  of  SnaV 
O'er  ilka  Cleugh,  ilk  Scar  and  SlapP 
As  high  as  ony  Raman  Wa\ 

Driving  their  Bawsfrae  Whins  or  Tee„  , 
There's  no  ae  Gowfter  to  be  hen, 
Nor  douifer  £cwk  wyfing  a-jee 
The  Byafs  Bowls  on  Tamfon's  Greea, 

Then  fling  on  Coals,  and  ripe  the  Ribs, 
And  beek  the  Houfe  baith  Butt  and  Ben, 
That  Mutchken  Stoup  it  hads  but  Dribs,, 
Then  let's  get  in  the  tappit  Hen% 

&$;■  Good 


(8i  ) 

Good  Claret  bed  keeps  out  the  Cauld* 
And  drives  away  the  Winter  Toon, 
It  makes  a  Man  baith  gafh  and  baulds 
And  heaves  his  Saul  beyond  the  Moon, 

Leave  to  the  Gods  your  ilka  Care, 
If  that  they  think  us  worth  their  While* 
They  can  a  Rowth  of  Bleffings  fpare, 
Which  will  our  f  afhious  Fears  beguile*. 

For  what  they  have  a  mind  to  do, 
That  will  they  do,  fhoulJ  we  gang  wood  3 
If  they  command  the  Storms  to  blow, 
Then  upo'  Sight  the  Hailftanes  thud. 

But  foon  as  e'er  they  cry,  Bequiety 
The  blattering  winds  dare  nae  mair  move, 
Bin  com-  into  their  caves,  and  wait 
The  high  Command  of  fupreme  JOVE, 

Let  neift  Day  come  as  it  thinks  fit, 
The  prefent  Minute's  only  ours, 
On  Pleafure  let*s  imploy  our  Wit, 
And  laugh  at  Fortune's  fecklefs  Powers.' 

Be  fure  yedinaa  quat  the  Grip  f  % 

Of  ilka  Joy  when  ye  are  young, 
Before  auld  Age  your  Vitals  nip, 
And  lay  ye  twaiald  o'er  a  Rung* 

Sweet  Youth's  a  blyth  and  heartfomeTimeJ 
Then  Lads  and  LafTes  while  'tis  May, 
Gae  pu'  the  Gowan  in  its  Prime, 
Before  it  wither  and  decay. 

Watch 


c  n ) 

Watch  the  faft  Minutes  of  Delyte, 
When  Jenny  fpeaks  beneath  her  Breathy 
And  kites,*  laying  a'  the  wyte 
On  you,  it  fhekepponySkaith. 

Haith  ye're  ill  bred;  fheMHmiling  fay, 
Ye'll  worry  me,  ye  greedy  Rookj 
Syne  frae  your  Arms  fheil  rin  away* 
And  hide  her  fell  in  (ome  dark  Nook; 

Her  Laugh  will  lead  you  to  the  Place 
Where  lies  the  Happinefs  ye  want, 
And  plainly  tells  you  to  your  Face, 
Nineteen  Nae-fays  are  half, a  Grant.  \ 

Now  to  her  heaving  Bofom  clings . 
And  fweetly  toolie  for  a  Kifs,* 
Frae  her  fair  Finger  whop  a  Ring* 
As  Taiken  of  a  future  Blifs. 

Thefe  Bennifons,  I'm  very  fure* 
Are  of  the  Gods  indulgent  Grant ; 
Then,  furly  Carles,  whifht,  forbear 
To  plague  us  with  your  whining  Cant, 


*    ToiJ-M.ff-5--3,anOD;E. 


Nullum  Vare  facra  viteprms  feveris  arborem, 

Circa  mh&jolum  Tiburis  &  mania  Catilia,       HOL 


o 


B  —-*  could  thefe  Fields  of  thine 
Bear  as  iaG««/.the  juicy  Vine5 

How 


(  84  ) 

How  fvvect  the  bonny  Grape  wou'd  (kfne 

On  Wa's,  where  now 

TourApricocks  and  Branches  fine 

Their  Branches  bow? 

Since  human  Life  is  but  a  Blintc:; 
XV  hy  mould  we  its  fhort  Joys  fink? 
He  difna  live  that  canna  link 

The  Glafs  about  $ 
L\Vhen  warm'd  with  Wine,  like  Men  we  think, 

And  grow  mair  ftoHt,' 

Thecau-ldrife  Carles  clog*d  wi*  Care, 
Wha  gathering  Gear  gang  hy te  and  gare» 
3f  raran'd  wi*  Red,  they  ran  t  and  rail* 

Like  mirthfu'  M'e»j 
It  fbothly  (haws  them  they  can  fp'are 

A  Rowth  to  fpend* 

What  Soger  when  with  Wine  he's  bung 
'.Did  e'er  complain  he  had  been  dung, 
Or  of  his  Toil,or  empty  fpung  > 

Na,  o'er  his  Glafs; 
Nought  but  braw  Deeds  employ  his  Tongue, 

Or  fome  fweet  Laf^ 

TetTrouth,  lis  proper  we  fhould  flint 
Dwr  fells  to  a  f  rem-  mod'ra&e  Pint ; 
Why  Ihould  we  (the  blyth  Blefling)  mint 

To  wafte  or  fpilU 
Since,  aften,;  when  our  Reafon's  tint 

We  may  do  ill. 

Let's  fet  thefe  hair-brain'd  Fowk  in  view. 
That  when  they're  ftupid>  mad  and  fow, 

Do 


po  brutal  Deeds;  which  aft  they  rue 

For  as  their  Days* 
Which  frequently  prove  very  few 

Tofuchasthefe? 

Then  let  us  grip  our  Blifs  rnair  Acker, 
And  tape  our  Heel,  and  fprightly  Liquor, 
Which  fober  tane  makes  Wit  the  quicker, 

And  Senfe  mair  keefl| 
While  graver  Heads  that's  muckle  thicker 

Grane  wi'  the  Spleen* 

May  ne'er  fuch  wicked  Fumes  arife 
In  me,  (hall  break  a*  facred  Ties, 
And  gar  me  like  a  Fool  defpife 

With  Stifne/s  rude3' 
.Whatever  my  bell  Friends  advife, 

Tho'  ne'er  fae  good*- 

Tisbeft  then  to  evite  the  Sin 
Of  bending  till  our  Sauls  gae  blinj 
Left  like  our  Glafs  our  Breaths  grow  thin, 

And  let  Fowk  peep 
At  ilka  Secret  hid  within, 

That  we  fhould  keep,' 


O'er  Bogm 


I  Will  <twayw?~myLove3 
I  will  awa1  wi  her, 
Tho  a?  my  Kin  had  fwern  and  faid>, 
I'll  o'er  Bogie  wi'  her* 
-  "  '  -  It 


<  8*  J 

If  IeangetbutherConfemy 

IdinnacareaStrae, 
IW  ilka  ane  be  difcontent,' 

Awa'  wi'  her  I'll  gae. 
2  will  awa* 9  &c. 

For  now  fhe's  Miftrefs  of  my  HeaTti 
And  wordy  of  my  Hand, 

&nd  well  I  wat  we  manna  part 
For  Siller  or  for  Land. 

Let  Rakes  delight  to  fwear  and  drinks 
And  Beaus  admire  fine  Lace, 

But  my  chief  Pleafure  is,  to  blink- 
On  Betty*  s  bony  Fac€*. 

I  will  aw  a* ,  &c* 

There  as  the  Beauties  do  combine^ 

Of  Colour,  Treats  and  Air, 
The  Saul  that  f  parkles  in  her  Een 

Makes  her  a  Jewel  rare  : 
Her  flowing  Wit  gives  mining  Life 

To  as  her  other  Charms  $ 
Howbleftl'Hbe,  when  (he's  my  Wife, 

And  iockt  up  in  my  Arms-! 
I  will  awa\  Sue. 

There  blythly  will  I  rant  and  flng; 

While  o'er  her  Sweets  I  range, 
I'll  cry,  Your  humble  Servant,  King, 

Shamefa'  them  that  wad  change 
AKifs  of  Betty,  and  a  Smile; 

Abei*  ye  wad  lay  down 
The  Right  ye  hae  to  Britain's  Ifle> 

And  offer  me  ye'rCrownv 
I  will  aw  a', _  5cc.- 


mr 


( 87  i 

O'er  the  Moor  to  M  a  g  g  v. 


AND  I'll  o'er  the  Moor  to  Maggy, 
Her  Wit  and  Sweetnefs  call  me, 
Then  to  my  Fair  I'll  (hew  my  Mind, 

Whatever  may  befalme. 
If  fhe  love  Mirth,  111  learn  to  fin,g, 

Or  likes  the  Nine  to  follow, 
I'll  lay  my  Lugs  in  Pindas*  Spring, 
And  invocate  Apolloi 

If  flie  admire  a  martial  Mind, 

I'll  fheathe  my  Limbs  in  Armour ! 
If  to  the  fofter  Dance  inclin'd, 

With  gayeftAirs  I'll  charm  her: 
If  fhe  love  Grandeur,  Day  and  Night 

I'll  plot  my  Nation's  Glory, 
Find  Favour  in  my  Prince's  Sight. 

And  fhine  in  future  Story. 

Beauty  can  Wonders  work  with  eafe,\ 

Where  Wit  is  correfpondingj 
And  braveft  Men  know  b.efl:  to  pleafe,'. 

With  Complaifance  abounding. 
My  bony  Maggy* s  Love  can  turn 

Me  to  what  Shape  fhe  pleafes, 
If  in  her  Bread  that  Flame  fhall  bui'Bj,' 

JWhich  in  my  Bofom  blazes. 


Polwait 


9dn^^^cLr   of  {  88. J  mcAa&uj 

Pol  wart  on  the  GREENf 

'  J|  T  Polwart  on  the  Green 

i\,  if  you'll  meet  me  the  Moml 

Where  Lajfes  do  convene 

To  dance  about  the  Thorn, 

A  kindly  Welcome  you  fhall  meefc 

Frae  her  wha  likes  to  view 
A  Lover  and  a  Lad  compleat, 

The  Lad  and  Lover  you. 

Let  dorty  Dames  fay  Na, 
As  langas  e'er  they  pleafe, 
Seem  caulder  than  the  Sm\  . 
"While  inwardly  they  bleezj 
Bat  I  will  frankly  fliaw  my  Mihd>  , 

And  yield  my  Heart  to  thee  5 
Be  ever  to  the  Captive  kind,  . 

That  langs  na  to  be  free, 

'At  Polwart  on  the  Green,  .  ■ 

Amang  the  new-mawn  Hay, 
With  Sangs  and  Dancing  keeft  > 
We'll  pafs  the  heartfome  Day. 
At  Nighty  if  Beds  be  o'er  thranglatit- 

And  thou  he  trvin'd  of  thine, 
Thm  /halt  he  welcome,  my  dear  Lad* 

To  take  a  Part  of  mine. 


B 


John  Hay' s  hony  Lajfie. 

Y  fmooth  winding Tay  a  Swain  was  reclining, 
Ait  cry'd  he,  Oh  hey !  maim  I  ftiil  live  pining 


( sp ) 

My  fell  thus  away,  and  darna  difcover 
Tomybonyitaythatl  am  her  Lover  I 

Nae  mair  it  will  hide,  the  Flame  waxes  Arranger  | 
If  (lie's  not  my  Bride,  my  Days  are  nae  langer  t 
Then  I'll  take  a  Heart,  and  try  at  a  venture, 
Maybe,  e'er  we  part,  my  Vows  may  content  her. 

She's  frefli  as  the  Spring,  and  fweet  as  Aurora, 
When  Birds  mount  and  fing,  bidding  Day  a  Good- 
morrow  : 
The  Sward  of  the  Mede,  enamell'd  with  Daifies, 
Look  withered  and  dead,  when  twin'd  of  her  Graces* 

But  if  fhe  appear  where  Verdures  invite  her, 
The  Fountains  run  clear,  and  Flowers  fmell  the  Tweet- 
er: 
•Tis  Heaven  to  be  by,  when  her  Wit  is  a  flowing, 
Her  Smiles  and  bright  Eye  fetmy  Spirits  a  glowing. 

The  mair  that  I  gaze,  the  deeper  I'm  wounded  j 
Struck  dumb  with  Amaze,  my  Mind  is  confounded  $ 
I'm  all  in  a  Fire,  dear  Maid  to  carefs  ye, 
For  a*  my  Defire  is  Hay's  bony  Lame. 


Katharine  Ogle. 

AS  walking  forth  to  view  the  Plain> 
Upon  a  Morning  early, 
While  May's  fweet  Scent  did  cheer  my  Brain*' 

From  Flowers  which  grow  fo  rarely  s 
I  chanc'd  to  meet  a  pretty  Maid, 

I     She  fhin'd  tho'  it  was  fogie  j 
lask'd  her  Name :  Sweet  Sir,  fhefaidj. 
My  Name  is  Katharine  Ogk> 
.    ■ 


(90) 
I  flood  a  while,  and  did  admire. 

To  fee  a  Nymph  fa  ftately ;  5 

So  brisk  an  Air  there  did  appear 

InaCountry-Maidfoneatly:  ^ 

Such  natural  Sweetnefs  fhe  difplay'd^ 

Like  a  Lillie  in  a  Bogiej 
Diana's  (elf  was  ne'er  array'd, 

Like  this  fame  Katharine  Ogle. 

Thou  Flower  of  Females,  Beauty 's  Queen,. 

Who  fees  thee,  fure  muft  prize  thee  $ 
Tho'thouartdreft  in  Robes  but  mean, 

Yetthefe  cannot  difguife  thee  : 
Thy  handfome  Air,  and  graceful  Look, 

Far  excels  any  clowniOaRogiej 
Thou'rt  Match  for  Laird,  or  Lord,  or  Duke,' 

My  chwming  Katharine  Ogie. 

O  were  I  but  f ome  Shepherd-Swain! 

To  feed  my  Flock  befide  thee, 
At  boughting-time  to  leave  the  Plain,1 

In  milking  to  abide  thee ; 
I'd  think  my  f  elf  a  happier  Man* 

With  Kate,  my  Club,   and  Dogie,1 
*Than  he  who  hugs  his  Thoufands  ten, 

Had  I  but  Katharine  Ogie. 


Then  I'd  defpife  th'  Imperial  Throne, 

And  Statefmen's  dangerous  Stations  2 
I'd  be  no  King,  I'd  wear  no  Crown, 

I'd  fmile  at  conquering  Nations s  j 

Might  I  carefs  and  ftill  poilefs 

This  Lafs,  of  whom  I'm  vogie  -, 
For  thefe  are  Toys,,  and  ftill  look  lefs*. 

Compar'd  with  Katharine  Ogie* 

But 


(91  ) 

But  I  fear  the  Gods  have  not  decreed 

For  me  fo  fine  a  Creature, 
Whofe  Beauty  rare  makes  her  exceed 

All  other  Works  in  Nature. . 
Clouds  of  Defpair  furround  my  Love, 

That  are  both  dark  and  fogie: 
Pity  my  Cafe  ye  Powers  above, 

Elfe  I  d  i  e  for  Katharine  Ogie .  5C. 


Ann  thou  "were  my  ain  Tiring. 

OF  Race  divine  thon  needs  muft  be, 
Since  nothing  earthly  equals  thee  j 
For  Heaven's  fake,  Oh !  favour  me, 
Who  only  lives  to  love  thee. 
Ann  thou  were  my  ain  Thing, 
J  would  love  thee,  I  would  love  thee  | 
Ann  thou  were  my  ain  Thing, 
How  dearly  would  1  love  thee  ! 

The  Gods  one  Thing  peculiar  have, 
To  ruin  none  whom  they  can  fave ; 
O!  for  their  fake,  fupporta  Slave, 
Who  only  lives  to  love  thee. 
Ann  thou  were,  &c. 

To  Merit  I  no  Claim  can  make, 
But  that  Hove,  and  for  your  fake, 
tWhat  Man  can  name,  I'll  undertake^ 
So  dearly  do  I  love  thee-. 
Ann  thou  were i  &c. 

My 


My  Paflion,  conftant  as  the  Sun, 
Flames  ftrongerftill,  will  ne'er  have  done8 
Till  Fates  my  Thread  of  Life  have  fpun, 
Which  breathing  out,  I'll  love  thee. 
Ann  thou  were,  dec.  3£| 


Like  Bees  that  fuck  the  Morning  Dew, 
Frae  Flowers  of  fweeteft  Seent  and  Hew, 
Sae  wad  I  dwell  upo'  thy  Mou, 
And  gap  the  Gods  envy  me. 
Ann  thou  were,  &c. 

Sae  lang's  I  had  the  life  of  Light, 
I'd  on  thyBeauties  teaft  my  Sight, 
Syne  in  faft  Whifpers through  the  Nigh^ 
I'd  tell  how  much  I  loo'd  thee, 
Ann  thou  were,  &c. 

How  fair  and  ruddy  is  my  Jean, 
She  move's  a  Goddefs  o'er  the  Green  s 
Were  I  a  King,  thou  fhou'd  be  Queen* 
Kane  but  my  fell  aboon  thee. 
Ann  thou  were,  &c. 

I'd  grafp  thee  to  thisBreaft  of  minef 
Whilft  thou  like  Ivy,  or  the  Vine 
Around  my  ftronger  Limbs  fhou'd  twrne, 
Form'd  hardy  to  defend  thee. 
Ann  thou  were,  &c. 


Time's  on  the  Wing,  and  will  not  flay. 
In  mining  Youth  lets  make  our  Hay, 
Since  Love  admits  of  nae  Delay3 
Olet  nae  Scorn  undo  thee. 
Ann  then  were,  &c. 


<»5) 

W  bile  Love  does  at  his  Altar  ftand, 
;3ae  there's  my  Heart,  gi'  me  thy  Hand, 
And,  with  ilk  Smile  thou  fhalt  command 
The  Will  of  him,  wha  loves  thee. 
jinnthouivere,  &c. 


There's  my  Thumb  P linger  heguik  thee* 

MY  fweeteft  May,  let  Love  incline  thee^ 
T' accept  a  Heart  which  he  defigns  theei 
And,  as  your  conftant  Slave  regard  it  § 
Syne  for  its  faithfulnefs  reward  it  j 
Tis  Proof  a-fhot  to  Birth  or  Money, 
}ut  yields  to  what  is  fweet  and  bony  $ 
deceive  it  then  with  a  Kifs  and  a  Smile, 
There's  my  Thumb  it  will  ne'er  beguile  ye." 

How  tempting  fweet  thefe  Lips  of  thine  are, 
Thy  Bofom  white,  and  Legs  fae  fine  are, 
That  when  in  Pools  I  fee  thee  clean  'emj 
They  carry  away  my  Heart  between  'em, 
I  wifh,  and  I  wifh,  while  it  gaesduntin, 
O  gin  I  had  thee  on  a  Mountain, 
Tho'  Kith  and  Kin  and  a'  fhou'd  revile  thee. 
There's  my  Thumb  I'llne'er  beguile  thee. 

Alane  through  Flowr'y  Hows  I  dander, 
Tenting  my  Flocks  left  they  mould  wander, 
3in  thou'll  gae  alang,  I'll  dawt  thee  gaylie9 
And  gi'e  my  Thumb  I'll  ne'er  beguile  thee. 
b  my  dear  Laffie,  it  is  but  Daffin 
To  had  thy  Woer  up  ay  niffnaffin. 
fhatNa,  na,  na,  I  hate  it  mod:  vilely, 
p  fay,  Yes,  and  I'll  ne'er,  beguile  thee. 


iv 


(P4> 

For  the  Love  of  JEAN* 

JO  €  K  Y  faid  to  Jeany,  tyany,  wilt  thou  do't 
Ne'er  a  fit,  quo'  Jeany  for  my  Tocher  good; 
For  my  Tocher  good,  I  winna  marry  thee, 
E'ensyelike,  quo  Jenny,  ye  may  let  it  be. 

1  ha'  Gowd  and  Gear,  I  ha'  Land  enough, 
I  ha'  feven  good  Owfen  ganging  in  the  Pleugh, 
Ganging  in  a  Pleugh,  and  linking  o'er  the  Lee3 
And  gin  ye  winna  take  me,  I  can  let  ye  be. 

I  ha'  a  good  Ha'  Houfe,  a  Barn  and  a  Byer, 
A  Stack  afore  the  Door,  I'll  make  arantin  Fire; 
I'll  make  a  rantinFire,  and  merry  mail  we  be  j 
And  gin  ye  winna  tack  me,  I  can  let  ye  be. 

Jeany  faid  to  Joeky,  gin  ye  winna  tell, 
Ye  fhall  be  the  Lad,  I'll  be  the  Laf s  my  fell, 
Ye're  a  bonny  Lad,  and  I'm  a  Lame  free, 
Ye're  welcomer  to  take  me  than  to  let  me  be. 


A    SONG. 

To  the  Tune  of,  "Peggy  Imufi  love  thee. 

BENEATH  a  Beech's  grateful  Shade, 
Young  Colin  lay  complaining  j 
He  £gh'd,and  feem'd  to  love  a  Maid, 

Without  Hopes  of  obtaining  ; 
For  thus  the  Swain  indulg'd  his  Grief, 

Tho5  Pity  cannot  move  thee, 
Tho'  thy  hard  Heart  gives  no  Relief, 
Yetp^y  I  muftlove  thee.  Say, 


Sif> 


(pf ) 

Say,  Peggy*  what  has  Cfl/i^  done, 

That  tbus  you  cruelly  ufe  him  f 
If  Love's  a  Fault,  'tis  that  alone, 

For  which  you  mould  excufe  him  : 
*T  was  thy  dear  felf  firft  rais'd  this  Flame, 

This  Fire  by  which  I  languifh  ; 
'Tis  thou  alone  can  quench  the  fame, 

And  cool  its  fcorching  Anguifh. 

For  thee  I  leave  the  fportive  Plain,' 

Where  every  Maid  invites  me  j 
For  thee,  fole  Caufe  of  all  my  Pain, 

For  thee  that  only  flights  me : 
This  Love  that  fires  my  faithful  Heart 

By  all  but  thee's  commended ; 
Oh!  would'ft  thou  a&fb  good  a  Part, 

My  Grief  might  foon  be  ended. 

That  beauteous  Breaft,  fo  foft  to  feel, 

Seem'dTendernefsall  over, 
Yet  it  defends  thy  Heart  like  Steel, 

'Gainft  thy  defpairing  Lover. 
Alas  !  tho'  it  fhould  ns'er  relent, 

Nor  Colin's  Care  e'er  move  thee, 
Yet  till  Life's  Iateft  Breath  is  fpent, 

My  Peggy,  I  muft  love  thee. 


Genty  Tibby,  andfonfy  Nelly. 

To  the  Tune  of,  Tibhy  Fowler  in  the  Glen. 

*T*I  B  B  Y  has  a  Store  of  Charms, 
-*    Her  genty  Shape  our  Fancy  warms, 
How  ftrangely  can  her  fma' white  Arms 
Setter  the  Lad  wha  looks  but  at  her ; 

Frae 


Frae  *er  Ancle  to  her  flender  Wafte; 

Thefe  Sweets  conceal'd  Sivite  to  dawt  her, 
Her  rofie  Cheek  and  rifing  Breaft, 

Gar  ane's  Mouth  gufh  bowt  fou'  o*  Water, 

Nellf  s  gawfy,  faf  t  and  gay, 
Frefti  as  the  lucken  Flowers  in  May, 
Ilk  ane  that  fees  her  cries  Ah  b$y  f 

She's  bonny,  O I  wonder  at  her ! 
The  Dimples  of  her  Chin  and  Cheek, 

And  Limbs  fae  plump  invite  to  dawt  her3 
Her  Lips  fae  fweet,  and  Skin  fae  {leek, 

Gar  mony  Mouths  befide  mine  water. 

Now  ftrike  my  Finger  in  a  Bore, 
My  Wifon  with  the  Maiden  more, 
Gin  I  can  tell  whilk  I  am  for, 

When  thefe  twa  Stars  appear  the  githerl 
OLove!  Why  dofl:  thou  gi'e  thy  Fires 

Sae  large  ?    While  we're  oblig'd  to  neither 
Our  fpacious  Sauls  immenfe  Defires, 

And  ay  be  in  a  hankering  Swither, 

Tih&fs  Shape  and  Airs  are  fine, 
And  Nelly's  Beauties  are  divine  5 
But  fince  they  can  na  baith  be  mine, 

Ye  Gods  give  Ear  to  my  Petition  i 
Provide  a  good  Lad  for  the  tane, 

But  let  it  be  with  this  Provifion, 
I  get  the  other  to  my  lane, 

In  Profpe&/ta>  and  Fruition. 


Vf 


(P7) 

Up  in  the  Airl 

NO  W  the  Sun's  gane  out  o'  Sight, 
Beet  the  Ingle,  and  fnuff  the  Light: 
In  Glens  rheTairies  skip  and  dance, 
And  Witches  wallop  o'er  to  Trance* 
Up  in  the  Air 

On  my  bonny  grey  Mare, 
And  I  fee  her  yet,  and  I  iee  her  yet. 
Up  in,  See. 

The  Wind's  drifting  Hail  and  Sna, 
O'er  frozen  Hags,  like  a  Foot-ba' ; 
Nae  Starnskeek  through  the  Azure  Slit, 
'Tis  cauld,  and  mirk  as  ony  Pit. 

The  Man  i'  the  Moon 

Is  carouflng  aboon  j 
D'ye  fee,  d'ye  fee,  d'ye  fee  him  yet  5 

The  Man,  Sec. 

Take  your  Glafs  to  clear  your  Een, 
'Tis  the  Elixir  heals  the  Spleen, 
Baith  Wit  and  Mirth  it  will  infpire, 
And  gently  puffs  the  Lovers  lire. 

Up  in  the  Air, 

It  drives  away  Carei 
Ha'e  wi'  ye,  ha'e  wi'  ye,  and  ha'e  wi'  ye,  Lads,  yet, 

Up  in,  Sec. 

Steek  the  Doors,  keep  out  the  Froft  i 
Come,  Willie,  gie's  about  ye'r  Toft  j 
Til't,Lads,  and  lilt  it  out, 
And  let  us  ha'e  a  blythfome  Bout. 

Up  wi't  there,  there, 

Dinna  cheat,  but  drink  fair: 
Huzza,  huzza,  and  huzza,  Lads,  yet. 

Up  wi't,  Sec. 


Fy  gar  rub  her  o'er  wP  Strae. 

GIN  ye  meet  a  bonny  Ladle, 
Gi'e  her  a  Kifs,  and  let  her  gae  j 
But  if  ye  meet  a  dirty  Huffey, 
Fy  gar  rub  her  o'er  wiJ  Strae. 

Be  fure  ye  diana  quat  the  Grip 
OF  ilka  Joy  when  you  are  young, 

Before  auld  Age  your  Vitals  nip, 
And  lay  you  twa  tald  o'er  a  Rung. 

Sweet  Youth's  a  blyth  and  heartfome  Times 
Then,  Lads  and  LaiTes,  while 'tis -M*;y, 

Gae  pu' the Gowan  in  its  Prime, 
Before  it  wither  and  decay. 

Watch  the  fait  M'nutes  of  Delyte, 

When  'Jenny  fpeaks  beneath  her  Breath, 

And  kiiTes,  laying  a'  the  V/yte 
On  you,  if  fhe  keppony  Skaith. 

Haithye're  ill-bred,  fhe'll  fmtlingfay, 
Ye'll  worry  me,  ye  greedy  Rookj 

Syne  frae  your  Arms  fhe'll  rin  away, 
And  hide  herfelf  m  fomedark  Nook. 

Her  Laugh  will  lead  you  to  the  Place, 
Where  lies  the  Happinefs  ye  want, 

And  plainly  tell  you  to  your  Face, 
Nineteen  Nay  fays  are  naff  a  Grant. 

Now  to  her  heaving  Bofom  cling, 

And  (weedy  toolie  for  a  Kifs : 
Frae  her  fair  Finger  whoop  a  Ring, 

AsTaikenoi  a  future  Blifs. 


Thefe 


(pp) 


ThefeBe.nnifons,  I'm  very  fure, 
Arc  of  the  Gods  indulgent  Grant: 

Then  furly  Carles,  whifht,  forbear 
To  plague  us  with  your  whining  Cant. 


PAT  IE  and  PEG G  T. 


B 


PAT  IE, 

Y  the  delicious  Warmnefs  of  thy  Mouth, 
And  rowing  Eye,  which  fmiling  tells  the  Truth, 


I  guefs,  my  Laffie,  that  as  well  as  I, 

You're  made  for  Love,  and  why  fhould  ye  deny  \ 

PEGGT. 
But  ken  ye,  Lad,  gin  we  confefs  o'er  Toon, 
Ye  think  us  cheap,  and  fyne  the  Wooing's  done  : 
The  Maiden  that  o'er  quickly  tines  her  Powr, 
Like  unripe  Fruit1,  will  tafte  but  hard  and  fowr. 

PA  TI  E. 
But  when  they  hing  o'er  lang  upon  the  Tree, 
Their  Sweetnefs  they  may  tine,  and  fae  may  ye. 
Red  cheeked  you  compleatly  ripe  appear, 
And  1  have  thol'd  and  woo'd  a  lang  hafT  Year. 

PEGGY. 
Then  dfnna  pu'  me ;  gently  thus  I  fa' 
Into  my  Pane's  Arms  for  good  and  a' : 
But  (tint your  WiQies  to  this  frank  Embrace, 
And  mint  nae  farther  till  we've  got  the  Grace. 

PATIE. 
O  charming  Armsfu'!  Hence,  ye  Cares,  away, 
I'll  kif s  my  Treafure  a'  the  live  lang  Day  j 
A' Night  I'll  dream  my  KifTes  o'er  again, 
ill  that  Day  come  thatye'll  be  a'my  ain. 

E  i  Cho- 


C   ioo  ) 

Chorus. 

Smt,  gallop  down  the  Weftlin  Skies, 
Gang  foon  to  Bed,  and  quickly  rife ; 
O  lajh  your  Steeds,  po/i  Time  away, 
And  haft e  about  our  Bridal  Bay. 
And  if  you're  wearied,  hone  ft  Light t 
Sleep  gin  ye  like  a  Week  that  Night, 


The  Mill,  Mill—O. 

BEneath  a  green  Shade  I  fand  a  fair  Maid, 
Was  fleeping  found  and  ftil! — O  ; 
A'  lowan  wi'  Love,  my  Fancy  did  rove 

Around  her  with  good  Will— O  : 
Her  Bofom  !  preft  5  but  funk  in  her  Reft, 

She  ftir'dna  my  Joy  to  fpill— O; 
While  kindly  fhe  flept,  clofe  to  her  I  crept, 
Andkifs'd,  and  kifs'd  her  my  fill— O. 

Oblig'd  by  Command  in  Flanders  to  land, 

T'  employ  my  Courage  and  Skill—  O, 
Frae'er  quietly  I  ftaw,  hoift  Sails  and  awa', 

For  Wind  blew  fair  on  the  Bill— O. 
Twa  Years  brought  me  hame,wbere  loud  trailing  Fame 

Tald  me  with  a  Voice  right  fhrill— O, 
My  Lafs  like  a  Fool  had  mounted  the  Stool, 

Nor  kend  wha  had  done  her  the  ill— O. 

Mairfond  of  her  Charms,  with  my  Son  in  her  Arms, 

I  ferlying  fpeer'd  how  fhe  fell— O. 
Wi'  the  Tear  in  her  Eye,  quoth  (he,  Let  me  die, 

Sweet  Sir,  gin  I  can  tell— O. 

Love 


(   101   ) 

Lave gave  the  Command,  I  toek  her  by  the  Hand* 

And  bad  her  a*  Fears  expel — O, 
And  nae  mair  look  wan,  for  I  was  the  Man 

Wha  had  done  her  the  Deed  my  iell — 0« 

My  bonny  fweet  Lafs  on  the  gowany  Grafs, 

Beneath  the  Shilling- hill — O, 
If  I  did  Offence,  I'fe  make  ye  amends 

Before  I  leave  Peggy's  Mill— (X 
O  the  Mill,  Mill—O,  and  the  Kill,  X/7/.-0, 

And  the  cogging  of  the  Wheel — O  j 
The  Sack  and  the  Sieve*  a"  that  ye  maun  leave, 

And  round  with  a  Sodger-reel — O. 


Colin  and  Grisy  parting* 
To  the  Tune  of,.  Woe's  my  Heart  that  we  Jhould  fuw$r. 

Wl  T  H  broken  Words,  and  down-caft  Eyes» 
Poor  Colin fpoke  his  Paffion  tender* 
And,  parting  with  his  Grify,  cries, 
Ah !  woe's  my  Heart  that  we  mould  fundeiv 

To  others  [  am  cold  as  Snow, 

But  kindle  with  thine  Eyes  like  Tinder: 

Irom  thee  with  Pain  I'm  forc'd  to  go  j 
It  breaks  my  Heart  that  we  mould  funder." 

Chain'd  to  thy  Charms,  I  cannot  range, 

No  Beauty  new  my  Love  fhall  hinder, 
Nor  Time  nor  Place  fhall  ever  change 

My  Vows,  tho*  we're  oblig'd  to  fundcr. 

•> . 


(  m ) 

The  Image  of  thy  graceful  Air, 

And  Beauties  which  invite  out*  Wonders 

Thy  lively  Wit,  and  Prudence  rare, 
Shall  ftill  be  prefent,  tho'  we  funder. 

Dear  Nymph,  believe  your  Swain  in  this, 
You'll  ne'er  engage  a  Heart  that's  kinder  j 

Then  f  eal  a  Promife  with  a  Kifs, 
Always  to  love  me,  tho'  we  funder. 

Ye  Gods,  take  care  of  mydearLafs, 
That  as  I  leave  her  I  may  find  her  : 
When  that  bled  Time  fhall  come  to  pafs, 

We'll  m«et  a^ain.  and  never  funder. 


The  Gaberlunzie-Man* 

TH  E  pawky  au!d  Carle  came  o'er  the  Lee, 
Wi'  many  good  E'ens  and  Days  to  me, 
Saying,  Goodwife,  for  your  Courtefie, 

Will  ye  lodge  a  filly  poor  Man? 
The  Night  was  cauld,  the  Carle  was  wat, 
And  down  ayont  the  Ingle  he' fat ; 
My  Daughter's  Shoulders  he  'gan  to  clap, 
And  cadgily  ranted  and  fang. 

O  wow!  quo'  he,  were  las  free,' 
As  firft  when  I  faw  this  Country, 
JIow  blyth  and  merry  wad  I  be  1 

And  I  wad  never  think  lang. 
He  grew  canty,  and  me  grew  fain  j 
But  little  did  her  auld  Minny  ken 
>Vhat  thir  flee  twa  togither  were  fay'n, 

When  wooing  they  were  fae  thrang. 

And 


(  103  ) 

AndO!  quo' he,  arm  ye  were  as  black, 
As  e'er  the  Crown  of  my  Pady's  Hat, 
'Tis  I  wad  lay  thee  by  my  Back, 

And  awa'  wi'  me  thou  fhou'd  gang. 
And  O  !  quoth  fhe,  ann  I  we're  as  white 
As  e'er  the  Snaw  lay  on  the  Dike, 
I'd  dead  me  braw,  and  Lady  like, 

And  awa'  wi'  thee  i'd  gang. 

Between  the  twa  was  made  a  Plot* 
They  raife  a  wee  before  the  Cock, 
And  wylily  they  ("hot  the  Lock, 

And  fail  to  the  Bent  are  they  gane. 
Up  the  Morn  the  auld  Wife  raife, 
And  at  her  Leifure  pat  on  her  Claife  i 
Syne  to  the  Servants  Bed  fhe  gaes, 

To  fpeer  for  the  filly  poor  Man. 

She  gaed  to  the  Bed  where  the  Beggar  lay,/ 
The  Strae  was  cauld,  he  was  away, 
She  clapt  her  Hands,  cry'd,  Waladay, 

For  Tome  of  our  Gear  will  be  gane. 
Some  ran  to  Coffers,  and  fome  to  Kifts, 
But  nought  was  ftown  rhat  cou'd  be  miflr, 
She  danc'd  her  lane,  cry'd,  Praife  be  bleft, 

I  have  lodg'd  a  leal  poor  Man. 

Since  nathing's  awa',  as  we  can  learn,' 

The  Kirn's  to  kirn,  and  Milk  to  earn, 

Gae  burt  the  Houfe,  Lafs,  -and  waken  my  Bairn; 

And  bid  her  come  quickly  ben. 
The  Servant  gade  where  the  Daughter  lay, 
The  Sheets  were  cauld,  fhe  was  away, 
And  faft  to  her  Goodwife  can  fay, 
.  She's  aff  with  the  Gaberlunzie-man. 

e4  €^fy 


(  *°4  ) 

©fy  gar  ride,  andfy  garrin, 

And  hafte  ye  find  thefe  Traitors  again  j 

For  file's  be  burnt,  and  he's  be  flain, 

The  vvearifu'Gaberlunzie  man. 
Some  rade  upo'  Horfe,  fome  ran  a- fit, 
The  Wife  was  wood,  and  out  o*  her  Wiej 
She  cou'd  na  gang,  nor  yet  cou'd  fhe  fit, 

But  ay  Hie  curs'd  and  (he  ban'd. 

Mean  time  far  hind  out  o'er  the  Lee, 
Fu'  fnug  in  a  Glen,  where  nane  cou'd  fee, 
The  twa,  with  kindly  Sport  and  Glee, 

Cut  trae  a  new  Cheefe  a  Whang : 
The  Priving  was  good,  it  pleas'd  them  bairn* 
Tolo'e  her  for  ay,  he  ga'e  her  his  Aith, 
Quo*  fhe,  To  leave  thee  I  will  be  laitbj 

My  winfome  Gabeilunzie-man. 

O  kend  my  Minny  I  were  wi*  you, 
Illfardly  wad  fhe  crook  her  Mou, 
Sic  a  poor  Man  fhe'd  never  trow, 

After  the  Gaberlunzie-man. 
My  Dear,  quo'  he,  ye're  yet  o'er  youngs 
And  ha'  na  learn'd  the  Beggars  Tongue, 
To  follow  me  trae  Town  to  Town, 

And  carry  the  Gaberlunzie  on. 

Wi'  Cauk  and  Keel  I'll  win  your  Bread, 

And  Spindles  and  Whorles  for  them  wha  need, 

Whilk  is  a  gentle  Trade  indeed, 

To  carry  the  Gaberlunzie O. 

I'll  bow  my  Leg,  and  crook  my  Knee, 
And  draw  a  black  Clout  o'er  my  Eye, 
A  Cripple  and  Blind  they  will  ca'  me, 

Wiiile  we  mail  be  merry  and  flng.  T#. 

Tks 


Whe  CORDIAL: 

To  the  Tune  of,  Where  Jhallonr  Goodman  M 

HE. 

WHERE  wad  bonny  Anne  Iy  ? 
Alane  nae  mair  ye  maun  ly  j 
Wad  ye  a  Goodman  try  ? 

Is- that  the  Thing  ye're  lakingt 
5  H  E. 
Gan  a  Lafs  fae  young  as  I, 
Venture  on  the  Bridal  Tie, 
Syne  down  with  a  Goodman  Iy  ? 
I'm  ffee'd  he  keep  me  wauking. 
H  E. 
Never  judge  until  ye  try, 
Mak  me  your  Goodman,  I 
Shanna  hinder  you  to  ly, 
And  fleep  till  ye  be  weary. 

S  H  E. 
Wh&tif  I  flioifd  wauking  ly,. 
When  the  Iloboys  are  gawn  by, 
Wil!  ye  tent  me  when  I  cry, 
My  dear,  I'm  faint  and  iry? 
H  E* 
In  my  Bofom  thou  (hall  ly, 
When  thou  waukrife  art  or  dry, 
Healthy  Cordial  ftanding  by, 
Shall  prefently  revive  thee. 

S  H  E» 
To  your  Will  I  then  comply, 
Join  us,  Prieft,  and  let  me  try 
How  I'H  wis  a  Goodman  \y, 


Wha  can  a  Cordial  give  me, 


/ 


E  f  Xiv* 


(   io<5  ) 
Ew-BughtS)  MARION. 

WILL  ye  go  to  the  Ew-bughts,  Marlon % 
And  wear  in  the  Sheep  wi'  me  j 
The  Sun  fhines  fweet,  my  Marion, 

But  nae  haff  fae  fweet  as  thee. 
O  Marion's  a  bonny  Lafs, 

And  the  Blyth  blinks  in  her  Eye  $ 
And  fain  wad  I  marry  Marion, 
Gin  Marion  wad  marry  me. 

There's  Gowd  in  your  Garters,  Marion, 

And  Silk  on  your  white  Haufe-lane  5 
Fu'  fain  wad  I  ki is  my  Marion 

At  E'en  when  I  come  hame. 
There's  braw  Lads  in  Earn/law,  Marion, 

Wha  gape  and  glowr  with  their  Eye, 
At  Kirk  when  they  fee  my  Marion  %, 

Butnaneof  them  lo'es  like  me. 

I've  nine  Mi'fc-ews,  my  Marion*, 

A  Cow  and  a  brawny  Quey, 
I'll  gi'e  them  a'  to  my  Marion, 

Juft  on  her  Bridal-Day  $ 
And  ye's  get  a  green  Sey  Apron, 

And  Waftcoatof  the  London  brown, 
And  wow  but  ye  will  be  vap'ring, 

When  e'er  ye  gang  to  the  Town. 

I'm  young  and  flout,  my  Marion  $ 
Nane  dances  like  me  on  theGresn^ 

And  gin  ye  forfake  me,  Marion, 
I'll  e'en  gas  draw  up  wi'  Jtm. 


U$ 


(  i<57  )  J 

Saeput onyour  Pearlins,  Marion, 

And  Kyrtle  of  the  Cramafie  j 
And  foon  as  my  Chin  has  nae  Hair  on, 

I  fhall  come  Weft,  and  fee  ye.  Q 


7%e  blythfome  Bridal. 

FY  let's  a*  to  the  Bridal, 
For  there  will  be  lilting  there; 
For  Jocky's  to  be  married  to  Maggy, 

The  Lafs  vvi'  theGowden  Hair, 
And  there  will  be  Lang-kail  and  Pottage, 

And  Bannocks  of  Barley  meal; 
And  there  will  be  good  favvt  Herring, 

TorelifhaCogof  good  Ale, 
Fy  let's  a'  to  the  Bridal,  5c c 

And  there  will  be  Saney  the  Sutor, 

And  ^i//wi'themeikleMou: 
And  there  will  be  Tarn  the  Blutcer, 

With  Andrew  the  Tinkler,  I  trow  ; 
And  there  will  be  bow'd-legged  Robbie, 

With  thumblefs  Katie's  Goodman  5 
And  there  will  be  blue-cheeked  Dowbie, 

And  Laivrie  the  Laird  of  the  Land. 
Fy  let  m,  &c. 


And  there  will  be  Sow  libber  Paur, 
And  plucky-fac'd  tjfijfii*  the  Mill, 

Capper-nos'd  Franckand  Gibbte, 
Tiiat  wins  in  the  How  of  the  Hill  ■ 


(  io8  ) 

And  there  wiH  be  AlafterSibbie, 
Wha  in  with  black  Bejfy  did  mool, 

With  fnivelling  Lilly  and  Tibby, 
The  Lafs  that  ftands  aft  on  the  StooL 

Fylet  us,  &c. 


And  Madge  that  was  buckled  to  Steenk, 

And  coft  him  gray  Breeks  to  his  AiTe9 
Wha  after  was  hangit  for  dealing, 

Great  Mercy  it  happen'd  nae  warfe  t 
And  there  will  be  gleed  Geordy  ^fanners, 

And  Kirjh  with  the  Lilly-white  Leg, 
Wha  gadeto  the  South  for  Manners, 

Andbang'd  up  her  Wamein  Mom-meg* 
Ty  let  us,  &c. 


And  there  will  be  Juden  Mc.lawrh, 

And  blinking  daft  Barbara  Mc.leg, 
Wi'flae-lugged  fharny-fae'd  Lawrie? 

And  fhangy  mou'd  haluket  Meg. 
And  there  will  be  happer-ars'd  N*njy9 

And  fairy  fa  c'd  Flourie  by  Name  $ 
Muck  Madie,  and  fat  hippit  Grify, 

The  Lafs  wi5  the  Gowden  Wame. 
Tyletus,  6c  c. 

And  there  will  be  Girn-again-Glbtie, 

With  his  glakit  Wife  Jenny  Bell, 
And  Mifle-fhin'd  Mungo  Mc.apie, 

The  Lad  that  was  Skipper  himfeK 
There  Lads  and  LafTes  in  Pearlings 

Will  feaft  in  the  Heart  of  the  Ha*, 
On  Sybows,  andRifarts,  andCarKngs^ 

That  are  baith  fodden  and  raw. 
'Eyleius,  6c  c. 


And 


And  there  will  be  Fadges  and  Bracheny 

WithFouthof  goodGabbocks  of  Skater 
Powfowdy,  and  Drammock,  and  Crowdy, 

And  caller  Nowt-feet  in  a  Plate. 
And  there  will  be  Partansand  Buckies* 

And  Whytens  and  Speldens  enew, 
With  finged  Sheep-heads,  and  a  Haggles^ 

AndScadlipstofup  till  ye  fpew» 
Fyletus,  &c». 

And  there  will  be  fapperrd  Milk  JCebbucfcs^ 

AndSowens,  and  Farles,  and  Baps, 
With  Swats,  and  well  {craped  Paunches* 

And  Brandy  in  Stoups  and  in  Caps: 
And  there  will  be  Meal-kail  and  Cafiocks^ 

With  Skink  to  fup  till  ye  rive  ; 
And  Roafts  to  roaft  on  a  Brander,, 

Of  Flowks  that  were  taken  alive. 
Py  let  us,  6c c. 

Scrapt  Haddocks,  Wilks,  Dtilfe  and  Tangle^ 

And  a  Mill  of  good  Snifhing  to  prie  j 
When  weary  with  eating  and  drinking* 

We'll  rife  up  and  dance  till  we  die* 
Then  fy  let  us  a?  to  the  Bridal, 

For  there  will  be  lilting  there,. 
Tor  Jocky'Wo  be  marrfdto  Maggie* 

The  Lafs  w?  the  Gawden  Hair, 


The  Highland  Laddie. 

TH  E  Lawland  Lads  think  they  are  fine* 
But  O  they're  vain  and  gaudy ! 
How  much  unlike  thatgracefu'  Mein, 
And  manly  Looks  of  my  Highland  Laddie  I 


(  no  ) 

Q  my  bonny  bonny  Highland  Laddie, 
My  handfome charming  Highland  Laddie:, 
May  Heaven  flill  guard,  and  Love  reward 
Our  Lawland  Lafs  and  her  Highland  Laddie. 

It  I  were  free  at  Will  to  chufe 

To  be  the  wealthier!:  Lawland  Lady, 

I'd  take  young  Donald  without  Trews, 
With  Bonnet  blue,  and  belted  Plaidy. 

O  my  bonny,  &c. 

The  braweft  Beau  in  Borrows-town, 
In  a'  his  Airs,  with  Art  made  ready8 

Compar'd  to  him,  he's  but  a  Clown  j 
He's  finer  far  in's  Tartan  Plaidy. 

Omy  honny,  5cc, 

O'er  benty  Hill  with  him  I'll  run, 

And  leave  my  Lawland  Kin  and  Dady ; 

Frae  Winter's  Cauld  and  Summer's  Sun, 
He'll  fcfeen  me  with  his  Highland  Plaidy. 

Omy  bonny,  Sec. 

A  painted  Room,  and  filken  Bed, 

May  pleafe  a  Lawland  Labd  and  Lady  $ 

But  I  can  kifs,  and  be  as  glad 

Behind  a  Bum  in's  Highland  Plaidy. 

Omy  bonny,  &c. 

Few  Compliments  between  us  pafs, 
lea' him  my  dear  Highland  Laddie* 

And  he  ca's  me  his  Lawland  Lafs, 
Syne  rows  me  in.  beneath  his  Plaidy, 

Q  my  bonny,  &'c. 


Nae 


(  III ) 

Nae  greater  Joy  I'll  e'er  pretend, 
Thanthat  his  Love  prove  true  and  fteady, 

Like  mine  to  him,  which  ne'er  fhal!  end., 

While  Heaven  prefervesmy  Highland  Laddie. 

O  my  bonny,  6cc, 


ALLAN-  WATER* 

Or,  My  Love  Annie 'svery  bonny.  . 

WHAT  Number  (hall  the  Mufe  repeat? 
What  Verle  be  found  to  praife  my  Annie} 
On  her  tea  thousand  Graces  wait, 

Each  Swain  admires,  and  owns  fhe's  bonny. 
Since  firft  (lie  trod  the  happy  Plain, 

She  fet  eacli  youthful  Heart  on  Fire  j 
Each  Nymph  does  to  her  Swain  complain^, 
That  Annie  kindles  new  Deli  re. 

This  lovely  Darling  dearefl:  Care, 

This  new  Delight,  chit  charming  Annk> 
Like  Summer's  Dawn,  fhe's  frefh  and  fair, 

W  hen  Flora  s  fragrant  Breezes  fan  ye. 
All  Day  the  am'rous  Youths  conveen, 

Joyous  they  fport  and  play  before  her  5 
All  Nighr,  when  fhe  no  more  is  feen, 

In  blifsfui  Dreams  they  ftill  adore  heiv 

Among  the  Crowd  Amyntor  came, 

He  look  d,  he  lov'd,  he  bow'd  to  Annie  \ 
His  Fifing  Sighs  exprefs  his  Flame, 

His  Wo -ds  were  few,  his  Wifh^s  many. 
^fithSmi  es  the  lovely  Maid  reply'd, 

Kind  Shepherd,  whv  fhould  1  deceive  ye  ! 
Alas!    your  Love    iu(l:  be  deny'd, 

This  deftin'd  Breaft  can  ne'er  relieve  ye. 


Young 


(  «2  ) 

T@ung  B'.irmn  came  with  Cupid's  Art,'" 

His  Wyles,  his  Smiles,  his  Charms  beguiliflgr 
He  ftole  away  my  Virgin  Heart  $ 

Ceafe,  poor  Amyntor,  ceafe  bewailing. 
Some  brighter  Beauty  you  may  find, 

On  yonder  Plain  the  Nymphs  are  many  j. 
Then  chufe  (orae  Heart  that's-unconfin'd,. 

And  leave  to  Damon  his  own  Annie*  C* 


tfbe  Collierrs  banny  Lajfie* 

TH  E  Collier  has  a  Daughter, 
And  O'fhe's  wond'rous  bonny** 
A  Laird  he  was  that  fought  herr 

Rich  baith  in  Lands  and  Money  s 
The  Tutors  watch'd  the  Motion 
Of  this  young  honeft  Lover  -y 
But  Love  is  like  the  Ocean  j 
Wha  can  its  Depth  difcover!'. 

He  had  the  Art  to  pleafe  ye*. 

And  was  by  a'  refpefted  * 
His  Airs  fat  round  him  eafy>, 

Genteel,  but  unafFetled. 
The  Collier's  bonny  LafTie., 

Fair  as  the  new-blown  Lillie^ 
Ay  fweet,  and  never  faucy, 

Secur'd  the  Heart  of  Willy.. 

He  lov'd  beyond  Expreflion 
The  Charms  that  were  abouthery 

And  panted  for  PofTefTion, 
His  Life  was  dull  without  her. 


After  mature  refolving, 

Clofe  to  his  Breaft  he  held  her. 
In  fafeft  Flames  difiblving, 

He  tenderly  thus  tell'd  her* 

My  bonny  Collier's  Daughter* 

Let  naithingdifcompofe  ye, 
'lis  no  yourfcanty  Tocher 

Shall  ever  gar  me  lofe  ye  :'  ■ 
For  I  have  Gear  in  Plenty, 

And  Love  fays,  'tis  my  Duty 
To  ware  what  Heaven  has  lent  me„ 

Upon  your  Wit  and  Beauty. 


Where  HELEN  lies. 

To  in  Mourning. 

AH!  why  thofe  Tears  in  Nelly's  Eyes? 
To  hear  thy  tender  Sighs  and  Cries, 
Tne  Gods  ftands  lift'ning  from  the  Skies, 

Pleas'd  with  thy  Piety. 
To  mourn  the  Dead,  dear  Nymph,  forbear-!. 
Andof  one  dying  take  a  Care, 
Who  views  thee  as  an  Angel  fair, 
Or  fome  Divinity. 

O  be  Iefs  graceful,  or  more  kind, 
And  cool  this  Fever  of  my  Mind, 
Caus'd  by  the  Boy  fevere  and  blind  j 

Wounded  I  figh  for  thee  j 
While  hardly  dare  f  hope  to  rife 
To  fuch  a  Height  by  Hymen's  Ties,. 
To  lay  me  down  where  Helen  lies, 

And  with  thy  Charms  be  free. 


The» 


(  «4> 

Then  muft  I  hide  my  Love  and  diej 
When  fuch  a  fovereign  Cure  is  by  > 
Koj  file  can  love,  and  I'll  go  try, 

What'er  my  Fate  may  be  -, 
Which  foon  I'll  read  in  her  bright  Eyes, 
With  thofe  dear  Agents  I'll  advife, 
They  tell  the  Truth  when  Tongues  tell  Lyes, 

The  leaft  believ'd  by  me. 


SONG, 

To  the  Tune  of,  Galhwjhiels. 

AH  the  Shepherd's  mournful  Fate, 
When  doom'd  to  love,  and  doom'd  to  languifh, 
To  bear  the  fcornful  Fair-one's  Hate, 

Nor  dare  diklofe  his  Anguifh. 
Yet  eager  Looks,  and  dying  Sighs, 

My  fecret  Soul  difcover, 
While  Rapture  trembling  thro'  mine  Eyes, 

Reveals  how  much  I  love  her. 
The  tender  Glance,  the  redning  Cheek, 

O'erfpread  with  rifing  Blufhes, 
A  thoufand  various  Ways  they  fpeak 

A  thoufand  various  "Wifhes. 

For  oh  !  that  Form  fo  heavenly  fair, 

Thofe  languid  Eyes  fo  fweetiy  fmll'wgy 
That  artlefs  Blum,  and  modeft  Air,. 

So  fatally  beguiling. 
Thy  every  Look,  and  every  Grace, 

So  charm  whene'er  I  view  thee  ; 
Till  Death  o'ertake  me  in  theChace, 

Still  will  my  Hopes  purfue  thee. 
Then  when  my  tedious  Hours  are  pair, 

Be  this  laft  Blefling  given, 
Low  at  thy  Feet  to  breath  my  laft, 

And  die  in  fight  of  Heaven* 


( m ) 

To    C  L  A  R  1  N  D  A. 
A    SONG, 

To  the  Tune  of,  I  wifh  my  Love  were  in  a  Mire* 

BLEST  as  tti  immortal  God  is  he, 
The  Youth  who  fondly  fits  by  thee, 
^ind  bears  and  fees  thee  all  the  -while 
Softly  freak  a  ad  J  weetly  (mile,  &  c. 
So  fpoke  and  fmil'd  the  Eaftern  Maid, 
Like  thine,  Seraphick  were  her  Charms, 
Tha«  in  Circafia's  Vineyards  ftray'd, 
And  blefr.  the  wifeft  Monarch's  Arms. 

A  thoufand  Fair  of  high  Defert, 
Strave  toenc'.ant  the  amorous  King} 
But  the  Circafian  gain'd  his  Heart, 
And  taught  the  Royal  Card  to  fing. 
Clar'mda  thus  our  Sang  infpires, 
And  claims  the  fmooth  and  hiorheft  Lays? 
But  while  each  Charm  our  Bofom  tires, 
Words  feem  too  few  to  found  her  Praife* 

Her  Mind  in  ev'ry  Grace  complete, 
To  paint  furpafles  human  Skill : 
Her  Majefty,  mixt  with  the  Sweet, 
Let  Seraphs  fing  her  if  they  will. 
Whilft  wond'ring,  with  a  Ravifh'd  Eye, 
We  all  that's  perfecT:  in  her  view, 
Viewing  a  Sifter  of  the  Sky, 
To  whom  an  Adoration's  due8 


A 


(116) 
A    SONG. 

To  the  Tune,  Lochaber  no  tHore, 

FA  R  E  W  E  L  to  Lovbaber,  and  farewel  my  Jean, 
Where  heartfome  with  thee  I've  mony  Day  been* 
For  Lochaber  no  more,  Lochaber  no  more. 
We'll  may  be  return  to  Loebaber  no  more; 
Thefe  Tears  that  I  fhed,  they  are  a'  for  my  Dear, 
And  no  for  the  Dangers  attending  on  Weir, 
Tho'  bore  on  rough  Seas  to  a  far  bloody  Shore, 
May  b  e  to  return  to  Lochaber  no  more. 

Tho'Harryeanes  rife,  and  rife  ev'ry  Wind, 
They'll  ne'er  make  a  Tempeft  like  that  in  my  Mind, 
Tho'  loudeft  of  Thunder  on  lowder  Waves  roar, 
That's  uaithing  like  leaving  my  Love  on  the  Shore, 
To  leave  thee  behind  me,  my  Heart  h  fair  pain'd  j 
By  Eafe  that*s  inglorious,  no  Fame  can  be  gain'd  s 
And  Beauty  and  Love's  the  Reward  ot  theBraye, 
And  I  muft  deferve  it  before  I  can  crave. 

Then  Glory  my  Jemy  maun  plead  my  Excufe, 
Since  Honour  commands  me,  howcanlrefufe? 
Without  it  I  ne'er  can  have  Merit  for  thee, 
And  without  thy  Favour,  I'd  better  not  be? 
I  gae  then    my  Lafs,  to  win  Honour  and  Fame,' 
And  it  I  fhould  luck  to  come glorioufly  hame, 
I'll  bring  a  Heart  to  thee  with  Love  running  o'er^ 
And  then  I'll  leave  thee  and  Lochaber  no  more. 
i 


(  "7) 

fhe  auld  Goodman* 


LATE  in  an  Evening  forth  I  went, 
A  little  before  the  Sun  g  :de  down, 
And  there  I  chane'd  by  Accident, 

To  light  on  a  Battle  new  begun: 
A  Man  and  his  Wife  was  fawn  in  a  Strife, 

Icanna  well  tell  ye  how  it  began j 
But  ay  (he  waii'd  her  wretched  Life, 

And  cry'd  ever  alake,  my  auld  Goodman. 
H  E. 
Thy  auld  Goodman  that  thou  tells  of, 

The  Country  kens  where  he  was  born, 
Was  buta  filly  poor  Vagabond, 

And  ilka  ane  leugh  him  to  fcorn  ; 
For  he  did  fpend,  and  make  an  End 

Of  Gear  tha;  his  Forefathers  wan, 
He  gart  the  Poor  (land  frae  the  Door, 

Sae  tell  nae  mair  of  thy  aiud  Goodman, 

She. 

My  Heart  alake,  is  1'ken  to  break, 

When  I  think  on  my  winfome  John, 
His  blinkan  Eye,  and  Gate  fa  free, 

Was  naithing  like  thee,  thou  dofend  Drone. 
His  rofie  Face  and  flaxen  Hair, 

And  a  Skin  as  white  as  ony  Swan, 
Was  large  and  tall,  and  comely  with  all, 

And  thou'lt  never  be  like  my  auld  Goodman. 
H   E. 
Why  dofr.  thou  pleen  ?  I  thee  maintain  ; 

For  Meal  and  Mawt  thou  difna  want; 
But  thy  wild  Bees  I  canna  pleafe, 

Now  when  our  Gear  'gins  to  grow  fcant. 


© 


(  ««  ) 

Of  Houfhold-StutY  thou  hail  enough, 

Thou  wants  for  neither  Pot  nor  Ban j 
Of  ficklike  Ware  he  left  thee  bare, 

Sae  tell  nae  mair  of  thy  auld  Goodman.' 
She. 
Yes  I  may  tell,  and  fret  my  fell, 

To  think  on  thefe  blyth  Days  I  had, 
When  he  and  I  togither  lay 

In  Arms  into  a  well  made  Bed. 
But  now  I  figh  and  may  be  fad, 

Thy  Courage  is  cauld,  thy  Colour  wan, 
Thou  falds  thy  Feet,  and  fa's  afleep, 

And  thou'lt  ne'er  be  like  my  auld  Goodman. 

Then  coming  was  the  Night  fae  dark, 

And  gane  was  a' the  Light  of  Day  *, 
The  Carle  was  fear'd  to  mifs  his  Mark, 

And  therefore  wad  nae  langer  ftay. 
Then  up  he  gar,  and  he  ran  his  Way; 

I  trow  the  Wife  the  Day  fhe  wan, 
And  ay  the  O'erword  of  the  Fray 

Was  ever,  Alake  my  add  Goodman. 


SONG. 

To  the  Tune  of,  Valiant  J  o  c  k  y. 
0»  a  beautiful  but  very  young  Lady. 

BEAUTY  from  Fancy  takes  its  Arms, 
And  ev'ry  common  Face  fome  Breaft  may  move., 
Some  in  a  Lo  :>k;  a  Shape,  or  Air,  find  Charms, 
To  juftify  their  Choice,  or  boaft  their  Loye. 

But 


( IIP) 

But  had  the  great  Jpeiles  feen  that  Face, 
When  he  the  Cyprian  Goddefs  drew, 
He  had  negle&ed  all  the  Female  Race, 
Thrown  his  firff  Venus  by,  and  copied  you. 
In  thatDefign, 
Great  Nature  would  combine 
To  fix  the  Standard  of  her  facred  Coin; 
The  charming  Figure  had  enhanc'd  his  Fame, 
And  Shrines  been  rih'4to  Seraphim's  Name. 
II. 
But  fince  no  Painter  e'er  could  take 

That  Face,  which  baffles  all  his  curious  Art; 
And  he  that  drives  the  bold  Attempt  to  make, 
As  well  might  paint  the  Secrets  of  the  Heart; 
O  happy  Glafs,  I'll  thee  prefer, 

Content  to  be  like  thee  inanimate, 
Since  only  to  be  gaz'd  on  thus  by  her, 
A  better  Life  and  Motion  would  create. 
Her  Eyes  would  infpire, 
And  like  Prometheus'  Fire, 
At  once  inform  the  Piece,  and  give  Defire  %, 
The  charming  Phantom  1  would  graip,and  file 
O'er  ali  the  Orbi  though  in  that  Moment  die. 
III. 
Let  meaner  Beauties  fear  the  Day, 

Whofe  Charms  are  fading,  and  lubmit  to  Timei 
The  Graces  which  from  them  it  fteals  away, 

It  with  a  laviih  Hand  ftill  adds  to  thine. 
The  God  of  Love  in  Ambuffc  lies, 

And  with  bis  Arms  furrounds  the  Fair, 
He  poi'nts  his  conquering  Arrows  in  thefe  Eye?, 
Tiien  hangs  a  fharpen'dDavtat  every  Hair. 
As  with  fata'  Skill, 
Turn  which  Way  you  will, 
Like  Eden's  flaming  Sword  each  Way  you  kill ; 
So  ripening  if  ears  Improve  rich  Nature's  Store, 
And  give  Peife&iori  to  the  Golden  Ch*e.  P. 

Lafs 


(  1*0  ) 

Lafs  with  a  Lump  of  Land. 


GTE  me  a  Lafs  with  a  Lump  of  Land, 
And  we  for  Life  mall  gaftg  the  gither, 
Tho'  daft  or  wife  I'll  never  demand, 

Or  black  Or  fair,  itmakfna  whether. 
I'm  aff  with  Wit,  and  Beauty  will  fade, 

And  Blood  alane  is  no  worth  a  Shying  j 
But  me  that's  rich,  her  Market's  made, 
For  ilka  Charm  about  her  is  killing. 

Gi'e  me  a  Lafs  with  a  Lump  of  Land, 

And  in  my  bofom  I'll  hug  my  Treafure j 
Gin  I  had  anes  her  Gear  in  my  Hand, 

Shou'd  Love  turn  dowf,  it  will  find  Pleafure^ 
Laugh  on  wha  likes,  but  there's  my  Hand, 

I  hate  with  Poortith,  tho'  bonny,  to  meddle, 
'Unlefs  they  bring  Cam,  or  a  Lump  of  Land, 

They'fe  never  get  me  to  dance  to  their  Fiddle. 

There's  meikle  good  Love  in  Bands  and  Bags, 

And  Siller  and  Gowd's  a  fweet  Complexion  j 
But  Beauty,  and  Wir,  and  Virtue  in  Rags, 

Have  tint  the  Art  of  gaining  Afte&ion. 
Love  tips  his  Arrows  with  Woods  and  Parks, 

And  Caftles,  andHiggs,  and  Moors,  and  Meadows, 
And  naithing  can  catch  our  modern  Sparks, 

But  well  tocher'd  LaiTes  or  jointer'd  Widows. 


The 


(  1*3  ) 

The  Complaint. 

To  B.  1.  G. 

To  the  Tune  of,  Whenabfent,  &c; 

WHEN  abfent  from  the  Nymph  I  love, 
I'd  fain  fbake  off  the  Chains  I  wear  § 
But  whilft  I  ftrive  thefe  to  remove, 
More  Fetters  I'm  oblig'd  to  bear. 
MycaptiVdfancJ^)ay  and  Night 

Fairer  and  fairer  reprefents 
'Belinda,  form'd  for  dear  Delight,  tUf 

But  cruel  Caufe  of  my  Complaints. 

Al!  Day  I  wander  through  the  Groves, 

And  fighing  hear  from  ev'ry  Tree  \ 

The  happy  Birds  chirping  their  Loves, 

Happy  compar'd  with  lonely  me, 
When  gentle  Sleep  with  balmy  Wings 

To  reft  fans  ev'ry  weary'd  Wight, 
A  thoufand  Fears  my  Fancy  brings, 

That  keep  me  watching  all  the  Night. 

Sleep  flies,  while  like  the  Goddefs  fair, 

And  all  the  Graces  in  her  Train, 
With  melting  Smiles  and  killing  Air 

Appears  the  Caufe  of  all  my  Pain. 
A  while  my  Mind  delighted  flies, 

O'er  all  her  Sweets  with  thirling  Joy, 
Whilft  want  of  Worth  makes  Doubts  arife, 

That  all  my  trembling  Hopes  deftroy. 

Thus  while  my  Thoughts  are  fix'd  on  her, 

I'm  all  o'er  Tranfport  and  Defire  : 
My  Pulfe  beats  high,  my  Cheeks  appear 

AllRofes,  and  mine  Eyes  all  Fire. 

F  2  Wheat 


(  iH  ) 

When  to  my  felf  I  tuni  my  View, 

My  Veins  grow  chill,  my  Cheeks  look  wan 
Thus  whilft  my  Fears  my  Pains  renew, 

I  Scarcely  look  or  move  a  Man. 


He  young  Lafs  contra  auld  Man, 

TH  E  Carle  he  came  o'er  the  Croft, 
And  his  Beard  new  fhaven, 
He  look'd  at  me,  as  he'd  been  daft, 

The  Carle  trows  that  f  wad  hae  him. 
Howt  away  I  winna  hae  him  ! ' 

Na  forfooth  1  winna  hae  him ! 
For  a'  his  Beard  new  (haven, 
Ne'er  a  Bit  will  I  hae  him. 

A  filler  Broach  he  gae  me  niefr, 

To  faften  on  my  Curchea  nooked, 
I  wor'd  a  wi'upon  my  Breaft  ; 

But  foon  ahke!  the  Tongue  o't  crooked  i 
And  fae  may  his,  I  wiana  hae  him, 

Na  forfooth  I  winna  hae  him! 
An  twice  a  Bairn's,  aLafs'sJeft; 

Sae  ony  Fool  for  me  may  hae  him* 

The  Carle  has  nae  Fault  butane  ; 

For  he  has  Land  and  Dollars  Plenty  5 
But  waes  me  for  him  !  Skin  and  Bane 

Is  no  for  a  plump  Lafs  of  twenty. 
Howt  away,  I  winna  hae  him, 

Nay  forfooth,  I  winna  hae  him, 
What  fignifies  his  dirty  Riggs, 

And  Cafh  without  a  Man  with  them, 

Siit 


C  "f  ) 

But  (hou'd  my  canker'd  Dady  gar 

Me  take  him  'gainft  my  Inclination, 
I  warn  the  Fumbler  to  beware, 

That  Antlers  dinna  claim  their  Station. 
Howt  awa,  I  winna  hae  him  ! 

Na  forfooth,  I  winna  hae  him  ! 
I'm  flee'd  to  crack  the  haly  Band, 

Sae  Lawty  fays,  1  fhou'd  na  hae  him. 


VIRTUE  and  WIT. 

The  Prefervatives  of  Love  and  Beauty. 
To  the  Tune  of,  Gillikrmky* 

HE. 

CONFESS  thy  Love,  fairblufhing  Maidi 
For  fince  thine  Eye's  confenting, 
Thy  fofter  Thoughts  are  a'  betray'd, 

And  Nayfays  no  worth  tenting. 
Why  aims  thou  to  oppofe  thy  Mind*. 

With  Words  thy  Wifh  denying? 
Since  Nature  made  thee  to  bekind> 
Reafon  allows  complying. 

Nature  and  Reafon's  joint  Confent 

Make  Love  a  facred  BleiTing, 
Then  happily  thatTime  is  fpent, 

That's  war'd  on  kind  Carefling  $ 
Come  then  my  Katie  to  my  Arms, 

I'll  be  nae  mair  a  Rover  j 
But  find  out  Heaven  in  a'  thy  Charms* 

And  prove  a  faithful  Lover. 


F  a  SHE. 


( lifi ) 


SHE. 

What  you  defignby  Nature's  Law, 

Is  fleeting  Inclination, 
That  Willy— WiCp  bewilds  us  a* 

By  its  Infatuation. 
When  that  goes  out,  CarefTes  tire,' 

And  Love's  nae  mair  in  Seafon, 
Syne  weakly  we  blaw  up  the  Fire, 

.With  all  our  boafted  Reafon. 

H  E, 

The  Beauties  of  inferior  Caft 

May  ftart  this  jufl:  Reflection  5 
But  Charms  like  thine  maun  always  Iaft, 

Where  Wit  has  the  Protection. 
Virtue  and  Wir,  like  AprtlRays, 

Make  Beauty  rife  the  Tweeter  j 
The  langer  then  on  thee  I  gaze, 

My  Love  will  grow  completer,, 


SONG, 

To  the  Tune  of,  The  happy  Clown* 

IT  was  the  charming  Month  of  May, 
When  all  the  Flowers  were  t refh  and  gay, 
One  Morning  by  the  break  of  Day, 
Sweet  Chloe,  chafte  and  fair  j 

From  peaceful  Slumber  fhe  arofe, 
Girt  on  her  Mantle  and  her  Hofe, 
And  o'er  the  flow'ry  Mead  fhegoesi 
To  breath  a  purer  Air. 


Her 


(  1*7  ) 

1       Her  Looks  fo  fweet,  fo  gay  her  MeinJ 
Her  handfome  Shape  and  Drefs  fo  clean, 
She  look'd  all  o'er  like  Beauty's  Queen, 
Dreft  in  her  beft  Array, 

The  gentle  Winds  and  purling  Stream 
EfTay'd  to  whifper  Chloe's  Name, 
^The  lavage  Beafts,  till  then  ne'er  tame, 
Wild  Adoration  pay. 

The  feather'd  People  one  might  fee;  l 

Perch'd  all  around  her  on  a  Tree, 
4With  Notes  of  fweeteft  Melody 
They  a£  a  chearful  Part. 

The  dull  Slaves  on  the  tOiMfome  FIow,^ 
Their  wearied  Necks  and  Knees  do  bow* 
A  glad  Subjection  there  they  vow, 

To  pay  with  all  their  Heart. 

The  bleating  Flocks  that  then  came  by, 

Soon  as  the  charming  Nymph  they  fpy, 

They  leave  their  hoarfe  and  rueful  Cry, 

And  dance  around  the  Brooks. 

The  Woods  are  glad,  the  Meadows fmile," 
And  Forth  that  foarn'd,  and  roar'd  e'er  whilej1 
plides  calmly  down  asfmoothasOil, 
Thro*  all  its  charming  Crooks, 

The  finny  Squadrons  are  content, 
To  leave  their  wat'ry  Element, 
In  gla&ie  Numbers  down  they  bent£ 
They  flutter  all  along. 

£  &  The 


I  1*8  ) 

The  Infers  and  each  creeping  thing* 
Join  to  make  up  the  rural  Ring, 
All  frisk  and  dance,  if  ihe  but  fing, 
And  make  a  jovial  Throng. 

Kind  Phoebus  now  began  to  rife, 
And  paint  with  Red  the  Eaftern  Skiesa 
Struck  with  the  Glory  of  her. Eyes, 
He  fhrinks  behind  a  Cloud, 

Her  Mantle  on  a  Bough  fhe  lays, 
And  all  her  Glory  fhe  difplays, 
She  left  all  Nature  in  Amaze, 

And  skip'd  into  the  Wood;  X. 


Lady  Anne  BothweVs  Lament. 

BALOW,  my  Boy,Iy  ftillandfleep, 
Itgrivesme  fore  to  hear  thee  weep  j 
Ir  thou'lt  be  filent,  Til  be  glad, 
Thy  Mourning  makes  my  Heart  full  fad. 
Balow,  my  Boy,  thy  Mother's  Joy, 
Thy  Father  bred  me  great  Annoy. 
Balow \  my  Boy,  ly  dill  and  Jleep, 
Itgriivs  me  fore  tp  hear  thee  weep, 

Balow,  my  Darling,  fleep  awhile, 
And  when  thou  wak'ft  then  fweetly  fnailc  5 
But  f mile  not  as  thy  Father  did, 
To  cozen  Maids,  nay  God  forbid  } 
For  in  thine  Eye,  his  Look  1  fee, 
The  tempting  Look  that  tuin'd  me; 
Balow,  my  Boy,  Sec. 


(  125)  ) 

III. 

When  hebegan  to  court  my  Love, 
And  with  his  fugar'd  Words  to  move, 
His  tempting  Face  and  flatt'ringChear, 
In  Time  to  me  did  not  appear  5 
But  now  I  fee  that  cruel  he, 
Cares  neither  for  his  Babe  nor  me, 
BaloWf  my  Bey,  ckc. 

IV. 
Farewel,  farewel,  thou  falfeft  Youth, 
That  ever  kifs'd  a  Woman's  Mouth, 
Let  never  any  after  me, 
Submit  unto  thy  Courtefy, 
Foiv  if  they  do,  O  !  cruel  thou 
Wilt  her  abufe,  and  care  not  how. 
Balozv,  my  Boy,  dec, 

V. 
I  was  too  credlous  at  the  firft, 
To  yield  thee  ali  a  Maiden  diufr, 
Thou  fwore  for  ever  true  to  prove, . 
Thy  Faith  unchang'd,  unchang'd  thy  Love, 
But  quick  as  Thought  the  Change  is  wrought,, 
Thy  Love's  no  more,  thy  Promife  nought* 
Bakvp,  my  Boy }  ckc. 

VI. 
7  wifh  1  were  a  maid  again, 
From  voung  Men's  flattery  I'd  refrain, . 
For  now  unto  my  Grief  I  find, 
They  all  are  pes  jurJd  and  unkind  1 
Bewitching  Charms  bred  all  my  Harms 
Witnefs  my  Babe  lies  in  my  Arms. 
Balow3wy Boy,  &c. 

VII. 
I  take  my  Fate  from  bad  to  worfe, 
That  1  muft  needs  be  now  a  Nur(e3 

F  5.  And 


(  13°  ) 

And  lull  my  young  Son  on  my  Lap, 
Prom  mefweet  Orphan  take  the  Pap, 
Balow,  my  Child,  thy  Mother  mild 
Shall  wail  as  from  allBlifs  exil'd. 
Balow  9  my  Boy,  &c. 

VIII. 
Balow,  my  Boy,  weep  not  for  me,' 
Whofcgreateft  Grief's  for  wronging  thee, 
Nor  pity  her  deferved  Smart, 
Who  can  blame  none  but  her  fond  Heart  j 
For,  too  foon  trufting  latefl  finds, 
With  faireft  Tongues  are  falfeft  Minds. 
Balow9tayBoysSzc» 

IX. 
Balow,  my  Boy,  thy  Father's  fled, 
When  he  the  thriftlefs  Son  has  play?d, 
Of  Vows  and  Oaths,  forgetful  he 
Preferr'd  the  Wars  to  thee  and  me. 
But  now  perhaps  thy  Curfe  and  mine 
Make  him  eat  Acorns  with  the  Swine, 
Balow,  my  Boy,  5c  c, 

X. 
But  curfe  not  him,  perhaps  now  he^ 
Stung  with  Remorfe,  isbleflmg  thee  : 
Perhaps  at  Death  j  for  who  can  tell 
Whether  the  judge  of  Heaven  and  Hell,' 
By  forne  proud  Foe  has  ftruckthe  Blow,* 
And  laid  the  dear  Deceiver  low. 
Balow,  t?iyBoy,&c 

XI. 
I  wifli  I  were  into  the  Bounds, 
Where  he  lies  fmother'd  in  his  Wounds^ 
Repeating  as  he  pants  for  Air, 
My  Name,  whom  once  he  call'd  his  Fair. 


No 


( «I ) 

No  Woman's  yet  fo  fiercely  fet, 
But  fhe'il  forgive,  tho'  not  forget. 

Balow,  my  Boy,  ckc. 

XII. 
If  Linen  lacks,  for  my  Love's  Sake,1 
Then  quickly  to  him  would  I  make 
My  Smock  once  for  his  Body  meet, 
And  wrap  him  in  that  Winding-Sheet, 
Ah  me!  how  happy  had  I  been, 
If  he  had  ne'er  been  wrapt  therein. 

B  alow,  my  Boy,  &c. 

XIII. 
Balow,  my  Boy,rilweepforthee5 
Too  foon,  aIake,thoul'tweepforme.- 
Thy  Griefs  are  growing  to  a  Sum, 
God  grant  thee  Patience  when  they  come ; 
Born  to  fuftain  thy  Mother's  Shame, 
A  haplefs  Fate,  a  Ballard's  Name. 

Balow,  my  Boy,  ly  dill  andjleep, 

It  grieves  me  fore  to  hear  thee  weep. 


SONG- 

She  Raife  and  Loot  me  ml 

TH  E  Night  her  filent  Sable  wore, 
And  gloomy  were  the  Skies : 
Of  glitt'ring  Stars  appear'd  no  more 

Than  thofe  in  Nelly's  Eyes. 
[When  at  her  Father's  yaie  I  knock'd, 

Where  I  had  often  been, 
She,  fhrowded  only  with  her  Smock* 
Arofeandlootmein. 


Faft 


Fafi:  lockM  within  her  clofe  Embrace, 

She  trembling  flood  afham'd: 
Her  fwelling  Bread  and  glowing  Face, 

And  ev'ry  Touch  enflanVd. 
My  eager  Paffion  I  obey'd, 

Refolv'd  the  Fort  to  win  : 
And  her  tond  Heart  was  foon  betray'cl 

To  yield,  and  let  me  in. 

Then,  then,  beyond  exprefTing, 

Tianfporting  was  the  Joy; 
I  knew  no  greater  Bleffing, 

So  bleft  a  Man  was  I. 
And  fhe,  all  ravifh'd  with  Delight, 

Bid  me  of  t  come  again ; 
And  kindly  vow'd,  that  ev'ry  Night 

She'd  rife  and  let  me  in. 

But  ah !  at  laft  fhe  prov'd  with  Bairn, 

And  fighingfatand  dull, 
And  I  that  wasasmuch  concern'd,  £.  . 

Lookd  e'en  juffc  like  a  Fool. 
Her  lovely  Eyes  with  Tears  ran  o'er, 

Repenting  her  rafh  Sin  : 
She  figh'd,  and  curs'd  the  fatal  Hour* 

That  e'er  fhe  loot  me  in* 

B ut  w h o  cou *d  c r ue  1  Iy  d e c e i v e, 

Or  from  fuch  Beauty  part  ? 
I  lov'd  her  f  o,  I  could  not  leave 

The  Charmer  of  my  Heart ; 
But  wedded,  and  conceal'd  our  Crime : 

Thus  all  was  well  again, 
And  now  fhe  thanks  the  happy  Time 

That  e'er  fhe  loot  me  in.  z » 

SONG. 


(  w ) 

SONG. 

jf  Love's,  a  fweet  PaJJtm, 

IF  Love's  a  fweet  Pafflon,  why  does  it  torment  * 
If  a  bitter,  O  tell  me  whence  comes  my  Complaint  £ 
Since  I  fuffer  with  Pleafure,  why  mould  I  complain* 
Or  grieve  at  my  Fate,  (ince  1  know  'lis  in  vain, 
Yet  fo  pleafing  the  Pain  is,  fo  foft  is  the  Dart, 
That  at  once  it  both  wounds  me,  and  tickles  my  Heart* 

I  grafp  her  Hand's gently,  look  languifhing  down, 
And  by  paflionate Silence  I  make  my  Love  known. 
But  oh!  how  I'm bleis'd  when  fo  kind  Qie  does  prove, 
By  fome  willing  Miflake  todifcover  her  Love.' 
When  in  ftriving  to  hide,  fhe  reveals  all  her  Flame, 
Anci  our  Eyes  tell  each  other  what  neither  dare  name. 

How  pleafing  is  Beauty  5  how  fweet  are  the  Charms  ? 
How  delightful  Embraces  ?  how  peaceful  her  Arms  ? 
Sure  there's  nothing  fo  eafy  as  learning  to  love  3. 
*ris  taught  us  on  Earth,  and  by  all  things  above : 
And  to  Beauty's  bright  Standard  all  Heroes  muft  yiekf, 
For 'tis  Beauty  that  conquers,  and  keeps  the  fair  Field. 

X. 


H 


John  Ochiltree. 

O  N  E  S  T  Man  John  Ochiltree.-, 
Mine  ane  mid  John  Ochiltree, 


('34) 

Wtlt  thou  come  o'er  the  Moor  to  me, 

And  dance  as  thou  was  wont  to  do. 
Idlake,  alah!  Ivoomtodo! 

Ohm,  Ohon  !  1  wont  to  do  ! 
Now  wont  to  do's  vway  frae  me, 

Irae  filly  auld  John  Ochiltree, 
Honeft  Man  John  Ochiltree, 

Mine  ane  auld  John  Ochiltree ; 
Come  anes  out  o'er  the  Moor  to  me^ 

And  do  but  what  thou  dow  to  do. 
Alake,  alake  1 1  dow  to  do ! 

Walaways !  Idozv  to  do  ! 
To  whojl  and  hirple  o'er  my  Tree, 

My  honny  Moor-powt  is  a*  I  may  M, 

Walaways  John  Ochiltree, 

For  mony  a  Time  I  tell'd  to  thee^ 
Thou  rade  fae  faft  by  Sea  and  Land, 

And  wadna  keep  a  Bridle-hand ; 
Thou'd  tine  the  Beaft,  thy  fell  wad  die> 

My  filly  auld  John  Ochiltree* 
Come  to  my  Arms  my  bonny  thing, 

Andchear  me  up  to  hear  thcefing  $ 
'And  tell  me  o3er  a*  we  hae  done, 

¥or  Thoughts  maun  now  my  Life  foft aitr! 

Gae  thy  ways  John  Ochiltree : 

Hae  done  !  it  has  nae  Sa'r  wi'  mej 
I'll  let  the  Beaft  in  throw  the  Land, 

She'll  may  be  fas  in  a  better  Hand.' 
Even  fit  thou  there,  and  think  thy  fill, 

For  I'll  do  as  I  wont  to  do  ftiU:  &; 


SONG. 


(  m) 

SONG. 

To  the  Tune  of,  Jenny  beguile  the  Wehpn 
The  auld  Chorus. 

Up  Stairs,  down  Stairs, 

Timber  Stairs  jea  r  me. 
Tm  laitb  to  ly  a'  Night  my  lanel 

And  jonny's  Bed fae  near  mil 

I. 

OMither  dear,  I'  gin  to  fear, 
Tho'I'mbaith  good  and  bony* 
I  winna  keep ;  for  in  my  Sleep 

I  ftart  and  dream  of  Johny. 
When  %ohny  then  comes  down  the  Glen> 

To  woo  me,  dinna  hinder  j 
But  with  Content  gi'  your  Content  g 
For  we  twa  ne'er  can  finder. 
II. 
Better  to  marry,  than  mifcarry ; 

For  Shame  and  Skaith's  the  Clink  o*i; 
To  thole  the  ©ool,  to  mount  the  Stool, 

I  downa  'bide  to  think  o't  $ 
Sae  while  'tis  Time,  I'll  fhun  the  Crime/. 

That  gars  poor  Ef>ps  gae  whinging, 
LWith  Hainches  fau,  andEenfae  blew* 
To  a'  the  Be'drals  bindging. 
III. 
Had  Eppys  Apron  bidden  down, 
The  Kirk  had  ne'er  a  kend  it  j 
But  when  the  Word's  gane  thro'  the  TpWftJ 
Make '.  how  can  fhe  mend  it, 

No 


( IJtf ) 

NowTam maun  face  the  Minifter, 

And  fhe  maun  mount  the  Pillar  5 
And  that's  the  Way  that  they  maun  gae^ 

For  poor  Folk  has  nae  Siller. 
IV. 
Now  ha'd  ye'r  Tongue,  my  Daughter  young, 

Reply'd  the  kindly  Mither, 
Get  Johny's  Hand  in  haly  Band, 

Syne  wap  ye'r  Wealth  together, 
I'm  o' the  Mind,  if  he  be  kind, 

Ye'lldo  your  Part  difcreetly  j 
And  prove  a  Wife,  will  gar  his  Life, 

And  Barrel  run  right  i weedy. 


SONG. 

To  the  Tune  of,  Wat  ye  wha  I  met  Teftreen,  &c. 

I. 

OF  all  the  Birds,  whofe  tuneful  Throats 
Do  welcome  in  the  verdant  Spring, 
I  far  prefer  the  Stirling's  Notes, 
And  think  fhe  does  moil  iweetly  fing. 
NorTrufh,  nor  Linnet,  nor  the  Bird, 
Brought  from  the  far  Canary  Coaft*  j 

Nor  can  the  Nightingale  afford 
Such  Melody  as  me  can  boafh 
IT. 
When  Vhocbtts  fouthwards  darts  his  Fife*, 
And  on  our  Plains  he  looks  askance,. 
The  Nightingale  with  him  retires, 
My  Stirling  makes  my  Blood. ;o  dance*  .    , 


(  *37  ) 

In  fpite  of  Hyems*  nipping  Froft, 
Whether  the  Day  be  dark  or  clear, 
Shall  I  not  to  her  Health  entoaft, 
Who  makes  it  Summer  all  the  Year  > 

III. 
Then  by  thy  felf,  my  lovely  Bird, 
I'll  ftroke  thy  Back,  and  kifs  thy  Breaft  j 
And  if   you'll  take  my  honeft  Word, 
As  facred  as  before  the  Prieft}. 
I'll  bring  thee  where  I  will  devife 
Such  various  Ways  to  pleafure  thee. 
The  Velvet-fog  thou  will  delpife, 
When  on  the  Downy-bills  with  me .  T.  R. 


SONG. 

To  its  own  Twe* 

IK  January hft, 
On  Munanday  at  Morn, 
As  through  the  Fields  I  paft, 

To  view  the  Winter  Corn, 
Hooked  me  behind, 

And  fa  w  come  o'er  the  Know, 
Ane  glancing  in  her  Apron, 
With  a  bonny  brent  Brow. 

I  faid,  Good-Morrow,  fair  Maid  j 
And  fhe  right  courteoufly 

Return'daBeck,  and  kindly  faid, 
Gfod  Day,  fweet  Sir,  to  yon. 


C  ij8  ) 

Ifpear'd,  myDear,  howfarawa 

Do  ye  intend  to  gae  ? 
Quoth  me,  I  mean  a  Mile  or  twa, 
put  o'er  yon  broorny  Brae. 

Fair  Maid,  I'm  thankfu*  to  my  Fate* 

To  have  fie  Company  j 
For  I  am  ganging  ftraight  that  Gate? 

Where  ye  intend  to  be; 
^When  we  had  gane  a  Mile  or  twain, 

I  (aid  to  her,  my  Dow, 
May  we  not  lean  us  on  this  Plain, 

And  kifs  your  bonny  Mou. 

S   H   E. 

Kind  Sir,  ye  are  a  wi'rniftanej 

For  I  am  nane  of  thefe, 
I  hope  ye  fome  mair  Breeding  kens 

Than  to  rufile  Women's  Claife : 
For  may  be  I  have  chofen  ane, 

And  plighted  him  my  Vow, 
Wha   may  do  wi'me  what  helikes^ 

Andkif  s  me  bonny  Mou. 

H  i. 
Na,  if  ye  are  contracted,  \ 

Ihaenae  mair  to  fay : 
Rather  than  be  rejected, 

I  will  gie  o'er  the  Play ; 
Andchufeanither,  will  refpect 

My  Love,  and  one  me  rew  j 
And  let  me  clafp  her  round  the  Neck, 

Andktfs  her  bonny  Mou. 

She^ 
O  Sir,  ye  are  proud-hearted, 

And  laith  to  be  faid  Nay, 
£Ke  ye  wad  ne'er  a  ftarted 
?  For  ought  that  I  did  lay  6 


( 130  >: 

For  Women  in  their  Modefty 

Atfirfttheywinnabowi  * 

But  if  we  like  your  Company; 

JVe'll  prove  as  kind  as  you.  & 


SON  G. 

To  the  Tune  of,  Vllnwer  have  thpl 


I. 

ON  E  Day  I  heard  Mary  fay, 
How  fhall  I  leave  thee? 
Stay,  dearth  Adonis,  flay, 

Why  wilt  thou  grieve  me. 
Alas  J  my  iond  Heart  will  break, 

If  thou  mould  leave  me. 
I'll  live  and  die  for  thy  Sake.5 

Yet  never  leave  thee. 

II. 
Say,  lovely  Adonis,  lay, 

Has  Mary  deceived  thee? 
Bid  e'er  her  young  Heart  betray 

New  Love,  that  has  griev'd  thee  I 
My  canftant  Mind  ne'er  {hall  ftray, 

Thou  may  believe  me. 
Til  love  thee,  Lad,  Night  and  Day* 

And  never  leave  thee. 

III. 
Adonis,  my  charming  Youth, 

What  can  relieve  thee  ? 
Can  Mary  thy  Anguilh  footh  ? 

This  Breaft  fhall  receive  thee* 


(  14* ) 

My  PafHon  can  ne'r  decay, 

Never  deceive  thee: 
Delight  mall  drive  Pain  away, 

Pleafure  revive  thee. 

IV. 
But  leave  thee,  leave  thee,  Lad, 

How  fhall  I  leave  thee  ? 
O!  that  Thought  makes  me  fad, 

I'll  never  leave  thee. 
Where  would  my  Adonis  fly  ? 

Why  does  he  grieve  me  ? 
Alas!  my  poor  Heart  will  die, 

If  I  mould  leave  thee.  C. 


Sleepy  JBody>  drowfy  Body. 


SOmnolente, 
Qu&forepentel 
Vigila,  vive,  metange* 
Somnolent  e,  qu&fo,  Sec. 

Gtimme  ambiebas, 

Videri  volebas 
Amor  Is  negotiis  apt us ; 

Sedfctttus  metritus, 
Es  femifopitus, 
Etfemper  afomnio  captus. 

O  fleepy  Body, 

And  drowfy  Body, 
O  wihuna  waken,  and  turn  thee  s 

To 


(  »4*  ) 

To  drivel  and  draunt, 

While  liigh  and  gaunt, 
Gives  me  good  Reafon  to  fcorn  the«, 

IV. 
When  thou  fhouldft  be  kind, 

Thou  turns  fleepy  and  blind-, 
And  fnoters  and  fnores  far  frae  med 
Wae  light  on  thy  Face, 

Thy  drowfy  Embrace 
Is  enoughto  gar  me  betray  three.  Qj 


General   LeflyV  March  to   Long-maftoa 

Moor. 


MARCH,  march, 
Why  the  D— .do  ye  na  march  I 
Stand  to  your  Arms,  my  Lads, 
Fight  in  good  Order. 
Front  about  ye  Musketeers  all, 
Till  ye  come  to  the  Engli/h  Border.1 

Stand  till* t,  and  fight  like  Men, 

True  Gofpel  to  maintain.  -•; 

The  Parliament  blythtofee  us  a  coining* 

When  to  the  Kirk  we  come, 

We'll  purge  it  ilka  Room, 
Frae  Fopifi  Relicks  and  a5  fie  Innovations» 

That  a'  the  Warld  may  fee, 

There's  nane  i:  the  Right  but  we, 

Of  the  zuldScotifh  Nation. 

Jenny  [hall  wear  the  Hood, 

foeky  the  Sark  of  G  o  d  i 

And 


(  H*  ) 

'And  the  Kift  fou  of  Whittles, 
That  make  fie  a  Cleiro, 

Our  Pipers  braw, 

Shall  hae  them  a' 

What  e'er  come  on  ft.' 

Busk  up  your  Plaids,  my  Lads, 

Cock  up  your  Bonnets. 
March,  March,  &c, 


S        O        N         Ga 


To  the  Tune  of,  I'll  gar  ye  he  fain  u  follow  m, 

He. 

AD  I E  U  'or  a  while  my  native  green  Plains, 
My  neareft  Relations,  and  neighbouring  SwainSj 
Dear  Nelly  frae  trtefe  I'd  ftart  eafily  free, 
Were  Minutes  nor  Ages,  while  abfent  frae  thee. 

She. 
Then  tell  me  the  Reafon  thou  does  not  obey 
The  Pleadings  of  Love,  but  thus  hurries  awayj 
Alake,  thou  Deceiver,  o'er  plainly  I  fee, 
A  lover  fae  roving  will  never  mind  me. 

H  E. 
The  Reafon  unhappy,  is  owing  to  Fate 
That  gave  me  a  Being  without  an  Eftate, 
Which  lays  a  neceffity  now  upon  me, 
To  purchafe  a  Fortune  for  Pleafure  to  thee. 

She. 
Small  Fortune  may  ferve  where  Love  has  the  Sway, 
Then  Johny  be  counfel'd  na  langer  to  ftray, 
For  while  thou  proves  conftant  in  Kindnefs  to  me, 
Contented  I'll  ay  find  a  Treafure  in  thee. 

He. 


C  i45  ) 

H  E. 

Oceafe,  my  dear  Charmer,  elfe  foon  I'll  betray, 
A  Weaknefs  unmanly,  and  quickly  give  way 
To  Fondnefs  which  may  prove  a  Ruin  to  thee, 
APaintous  baitb,  and  Di (honour  to  me. 

Bearwitnefs,  ye  Streams,  and  witnefs  ye  Flowers, 
Sear  witnefs  ye  watchful  invifi  bJe  Powers, 
If  ever  my  Heart  be  unfaithful  to  thee, 
May  naithing  propitious  e'er  fmile  upon  me. 


SONG. 

To  the  Tune  of 

BUSK  ye,  busk  ye,  my  bony  Bride-, 
Busk  ye,  busk  ye,  my  bony  Marrow  % 
Busk  ye,  busk  ye,  my  bony  Bride, 

Busk  andgo  to  the  Braes  of  Yarrow  $ 
There  will  we  (port  and  gather  Dew, 

D^ncingwhiieLavrocksflngthe  Mornings 
There  learn  frae  Turtles  to  prove  true  ; 
O  Bell  ne'er  vex  me  with  thy  Scorning. 

To  Weftling  Breezes  Flora  yields, 

And  when  the  Beams  are  kindly  warming, 
Blythnefs  appears  o'er  all  the  Fields, 

And  Nature  looks  mair  frefh  imd  charming. 
Learn  frae  the  Burns  that  trace  the  Mead, 

Tho*  on  their  Banks  the  Rofes  blofTom, 
Yethaftylie  they  flow  to  Tweed, 

£nd  pour  their  Sweetnefs  in  his  Bofom. 

Haft 


(*44) 

Haft  ye,  haft  ye,  my  bony  Bell,  ' 

Haft  to  my  arms,  and  there  I'll  guard theea 
With  free  Confent  my  Fears  repel, 

I'll  with  my  Love  and  Care  reward  thee. 
Thus  fang  I  faftly  to  my  Fair, 

Wha  rais'd  my  Hopes  with  kind  relenting! 
O  Queen  of  Smiles,  I  ask  nae  mair, 

Since  now  my  bony  Bell's  consenting. 


Com  Riggs  an  bony. 

MY  Vatie  is  a  Lover  gay, 
His  Mind  is  never  muddy, 
His  breath  is  fweeter  than  new  Hay, 

His  Face  is  fair  and  ruddy. 
HisShnpeis  handfome,   middle  Sizes 

He's  ftately  in  his  Wawking  $ 
The  Shining  of  his  Een  iurprize $ 
fTis  Heaven  to  hear  him  tawking. 

Laft  Night  I  met  him  on  a  Bawk, 

Where  yellow  Corn  was  growing, 
There  mony  a  kindly  Word  he  fpake, 

That  fet  my  Heart  a  glowing. 
He  kifs'd,  andvow'd  he  wad  be  mine, 

And  loo'd  me  beft  of  any  5 
That  gars  me  like  to  fingfinfynes 

O  Com  Riggs  are  bony. 

Let  Maidens  of  a  filly  Mind 

Refufe  what  maift  they're  wanting, 
Since  we  for  yielding  are  defign'd, 

Wechaft'ly  mould  be  granting; 


(  145  ) 

Then  ril  comply,  and  marry  Patei 
And  fyne  my  Cockernony 

He's  free  to  touzle  air  or  late, 
Where  Corn  Riggs  are  bony.' 


Cf  omlet^  Lilt. 


SINCE  all  thy  Vows,  falfeMaidi; 
Are  blown  to  Air, 
And  my  poor  Heart  betray'd 

To  fad  Defpair, 
Into  fome  Wildernefs, 
My  Grief  I  will  exprefs,' 
And  thy  Hard-heartednels,1 
O  cruel  Fair. 

Have  I  not  graven  our  Loves 

On  every  Tree : 
In  yonder  fpreading  Groves, 

Tho'faHethoube: 
Was  notafolemn  Oath 
Plighted  betwixt  us  both> 
Thou  thy  Faitrr,  I  my  Troth; 

Conftant  to  be. 

Some  gloomy  Place  I'll  find, 
Some  dolefulShade-, 

Where  neither  Sun  nor  Wind 
E'er  Entrance  had  ; 


tnlQ) 


Info  that  hollow  Cave, 
There  will  Ifigh  and  rave, 
Becaufe  thou  do'ft  behave 
So  faithlefly. 

"Wild  Fruit  fhall  be  my  Meat; 

111  drink  the  Spring, 
Cold  Earth  fhall  be  my  Seat  % 

For  Covering 
I'll  have  the  (tarry  Sky 
My  Head  to  canopy, 
Umilmy  Soul  on  high 

Shall  fpread  its  Wings. 

I'll  have  no  Funeral-Fire, 
Nor  Tears  formes 

No  Grave  dot  defire, 
NorObfequies: 

The  courteous  Red-Breaft  he 

With  Leaves  will  cover  me, 

And  fing  my  Elegy, 

With  doleful  Voice. 

And  when  a  Ghoft  I  am, 

rilvifit  thee; 
O  thou  deceitful  Dame, 

Whofe  Cruelty 
•HaskilPdthekirideft  Heart 
That  e'er  felt  Cupid's  Dart, 
And  never  can  defert 

From  loving  thee. 


s  o  n  a 


1 147) 

SONG. 

Wella'toKdCogo. 

AN  D  ril-awa  to  bony  Tweed-tide, 
And  fee  my  Deary  coni€  throw, 
And  he  fall  be  mine 
Git  fae  he  incline, 
For  I  hate  to  lead  Apes  below.' 

While  young  and  fair, 

I'll  make  it  my  Care, 
To  fecure  my  fell  in  a  Jo  j 

I'm  no  fie  a  Fool 

To  let  my  Blood  cool," 
And  fyne  gae  lead  Apes  below. 

Few  Words,  bony  Lad, 

Willeithly  perfuade, 
Tho'  blufhing,  I  daftly  fay  no, 

Gae  on  with  your  Strain, 

And  doubt  not  to  gain, 
For  I  hate  to  lead  Apes  below.  , 

Unty'dtoaMan, 

Do  what  e'er  we  can, 
We  never  can  thrive  or  dow  : 

Then  I  will  do  well, 

Do  better  wha  will, 
And  let  them  lead  Apes  below. 

Our  Time  is  precious, 

And  Gods  are  gracious, 
ThatBeautiesupanusbeftowi 

'Tis  not  to  be  thought, 

We  got  them  for  nought. 
Or  to  be  let  up  for  Show. 

G  %  'Tis. 


(   I4»    ) 

*Tis  carried  by  Votes, 
Come  kilt  up  yere  Coats, 

Andlet  us  to  Edinburgh  go, 

Where  fhe  that's  bony 
May  catch  a  Jonny, 

And  never  lead  Apes  below. 


William  and  Margaret. 

An  eld  BALLAD. 

P  »np  WAS  at  the  fearful  Midnight  Hour, 

jL       When  all  were  faft  afleep, 
in  gilded  Margaret's  grimly  Ghoft, 

And  itood  at  William's  Feet. 

Her  Face  was  pale,  like  April  Morn, 

Clad  in  a  wifttry  Cloud  j 
And  Clay-cold  was  her  Lilly-hand,, 

That  held  her  fable  Shroud, 

So  (hall  the  faired  Face  appear, 

When  Youth  and  Years  are  flown  : 
Such  is  the  Robe  that  Kings  muft  wears 

WhenDeath  has  reft  their  Crewn. 

Her  Bloom  was  like  the  i pringing  Flower 

That  fips  the  filver  Dew  > 
The  Rofe  was  budded  in  her  Cheek, 

Jufi  opening  to  the'View, 

But  Love  had,  like  the  canker  Worm, 

Conium'd  her  early  Prime  • 
The  Rofe  grew  pale,  and  left  her  Cheek* 

She  dyM  before  her  Time.  Awake! 


( m  > 

Awake! fhe  cry'd,  thy  trueXove  calls*. 

Come  from  her  Midnight  Grave  j 
Now  let  thy  Pity  hear  the  Maidi 

Thy  Love  refus'd  to  fave... 

This  is  the  dumb  and  dreary  Hour, 

When  injur'd  Ghofts  complain, 
And  aid  the  fecret  Fears  o.f  Nig]?tr 

To  fright  the  fakhlefs  Man. 

Jtethinfc  thee,  AVilltAWi  of  thy  Fault,.. 

Thy  Pledge  and  broken  Oath, 
And  give  me  back  my  Maiden-V-ow» . 

And  give  me  back  my  Troth. 

How  could  you  fay,  my  Face  was  fasf,~ 

And  yet  that  Face  forfake  t 
How  could  you  win  my  Virgin-Hearts 

Yet  leave  that  Heart  to  break  ? 

Wh«  did  you  promife Love  to  me,. 

And  not  that  Promife  keep  : 
Why  {aid  you,  that  my  Eyes  were  bright^. 

Yet  left  thefe  Eyes  to  weept  ? 

How  could  you  fwear,  my  Lip  was  fweeta 

And  made  the  Scarlet  pale  \ 
And  why  did  I,  young  witleis  Maid, , 

Believe  theilatt'iing  Tale  ? 

That  Face,  alas  \  no  more  is  fair  5 

Thefe  Lips  no  longer  red  : 
Dark  are  my  Eyes,  now  clos'd  in  Deaths 

Aad  every  Charm,  is  fled. 

G  j-  Tlie 


(  no  > 

The  hungry  Worm  my  Sifter  is ; 

This  Winding-meet  I  wear  : 
And  cold  and  weary  laftsour  Night, 

Till  that  laft  Morn  appear. 

Buthavk/— —  the  Cock  haswarn'd  me  hence— -^ 

A  long  and  late  Adieu! 
Come  fee,  falfe  Man  i  how  low  Ihe  lies, 

That  dy'd  for  Love  of  you. 

The  Lark  fung  out,  the  Morning  fmil'd. 

And  vais'd  her  glift'ring  Head  : 
Tale  William  quak'd  in  every  Limb  a 

Then,  raving,  left  his  Bed.  J  *JJ 

lie  hy'd  him  to  the  fatal  Place 

Where  Margarets  Body  lay, 
And  itretch'd  him  o'er  the  green  Grafs  Turf 

That  wrapt  her  breathlefs  Clay. 

And  thrice  he  call'd  on  Margaret's  Name, 

And  thrice  he  wept  full  fore  : 
Then  laid  his  Cheek  on  her  cold  Grave, 

And  Word  fpoke  neyer  more.  D.  M 


fbe  COMPLAINT. 

TH  E  Sun  was  funk  beneath  the  Hill, 
Tne  Weftern  Cloud  was  lin'd  with  Cold  : 
Clear  was  the  Sky,  the  Wind  was  ftill, 

The  Flocks  were  penn'd  within  the  Foldj 
When  in  the  Silence  of  the  Grove, 
Poor  D  awon  thus  defpair'd  of  Love, 

Who 


(  is*  > 

Who  feeks  to  pluck  the  fragrant  Rofe, 
From  the  hard  Rock  or  oozy  Beech  ? 

Who  from  each  Weed  that  barren  grows* 
Expects  the  Grape  or  downy  Peach  l 

With  equal  Faith  may  hope  to  find 

The  Truth  of  Love  in  Womankind. 

No  Flocks  have  I,  or  fleecy  Care, 

No  Fields  that  waye  with  golden  Grain, 

No  Paftures  gieen,  or  Gardens  fair, 
A  Woman's  venal  Heart  to  gain, 

Then  all  in  vain  my  Sighs  muft  prove, 

Whofe whole Eftate,  alas/ isLoye. 

How  wretched  is  the  faithful  Youth, 

Since  Womens  Hearts  are  bought  and  fold  2 

They  ask  no  Vows  of  facred  Truth} 
When  e'er  they  figh,  they  figh  for  Gold. 

Gold  can  the  Frowns  of  Scorn  remove ;  — — — 


Thus  I  am  fcorn'd, who  have  but  Love. 

To  buy  the  Gems  of  India's  Coaft, 

What  Wealth,  what  Riches  would fufKce? 

Yet  India's  Shore  could  never  boaft, 
The  Luftre  of  thy  Rival  Eyes  : 

For  there  the  World  too  cheap  muft  prove  j 

Can  I  then  buy  ? — who  have  but  Love. 

Then,  Mary,  fince  nor  Gems,  nor  Ore 

Can  with  thy  brighter  f  elf  compare, 
Bejuft,  as  fair,  and  value  more, 

Than  Gems  or  Ore,  a  Heart  flneere .» 
LetTreafure  meaner  Beauties  prove  ; 
Who  pays  thy  Worth,  muft  pay  in  Love,  X. 

G4-  SQNG. 


S  O  N  G. 

To  the  Tune  of,  Montrofe'i  Lms\ 

ITofs  and  tumble  thro*  the  Night, 
And  wife  th8  approaching  Day, 
Thinking  when  Darknefs  yields  toLight* 

111  banifh  Care  away  t 
But  when  the  glorious  Sun  doth  rife, 

And  chear  all  Nature  round, 
All  Thoughts  or  Pleafurein  me  dies  j 
My  Cares  do  fell  abound* 

My  tortured  and  nneafy  Mhid 

Bereaves  me  of  my  Reft  $ 
My  Thoughts  are  to  ail  Pleafure  blind, 

With  Care  I'm  (till  oppreis'd : 
But  had  I  her  within  my  Bread, 

Who  gives  me  fo  much  Pain, 
My  raptur'd  Soul  would  be  at  Reft, 

Andfofteft  Joys  regain0 

I'd  not  envy  the  God  of  War, 

Bleis'd  with  fair  Venus'  Charms* 
Nor  yet  the  thundering  Jupiter, 

In  fair  Alcmena's  Arms : 
Paris,  Widi  Helen's  Beauty  blcflv 

Wou'd  be  a  left  tome} 
If  of  her  Charms  1  werepoffeft, 

Thrice  happier  I  wou'd  be. 

But  fince  the  Gods  do  not  ordain 

Such  happy  Fate  for  me, 
I  dare  not  'gainft  their  Willrepia 
Who  rale  my  D«ftiny. 


With 


( If? ) 

With  fprightly  Wine  1*11  drown  ray  Care ', 

And  cherifh  up  my  Soul ; 
When  e'er  I  thinkon  my  loft  Fair, 

I'll  drown  her  in  the  Bowl. 


I     Ablyi 


The  Deceiver. 

I T  H  tuneful  Pipe,  and  hearty  Gieea 
Young  Waty  wan  my  Heart  5 
blyther  Lad  ye  cou'dna  fee, 
All  beauty  without  Art. 
His  winning  Tale 
Did  foon  prevail 
To  gain  my  fond  Belief  5 
But  foon  the  Swain 
Gangs  o'er  the  Plain, 
And  leaves  me  full,  and  leaves  me  full* 
And  leaves  me  full  of  Grief, 

Tho3  Colin  courts  with  tuneful  Sang,,  , 

?"et  few  regard  his  Mane  5 
The  Laflts  a'  'round  Waty  thrang,  . 
While  Colin's left  alane  ; 

In  Aberdeen 

Was  never  feen 
A  Lad  that  gave  fie  Pain, 

He  daily  wooes, 

And  ft  ill  purfu.es. 
Till  he  does  all,  till  he  does  all*  *' 

Till-he  does  all  obtain,  . 


But 


(  154) 

But  i oon  as  he  has  gain'd  the  Blifsa 

Away  then  does  he  run, 
And  hardiy  will  afford  a  Kifs, 
To  filly  me, undone  : 

Bony  Katy, 

Maggy,  B  tatty, 
Avoid  the  roving  Swain; 

His  wyly  Tongue 

Befureto  fhun, 
Or  you,  like  me;  or  you,  like  me, 

Like  me  will  be  undone. 


The  Widow, 

TH  E  Widow  can  bake,  and  the  Widow  can  brew, 
The  Widow  can  fhape,  and  the  Widow  can  few, 
And  mony  braw  Things  the  Widow  can  do, 

Then  have  at  the  Widow,  my  Laddie. 
With  Courage  attack  her  baith  early  and  late, 
To  kifs  her  and  clap  he  rye  mauna  be  blate, 
Speak  well  and  do  better,  for  that's  the  bell:  Gate 
To  win  a  young  Widow*  my  Laddie. 

The  Widow  fhe's  yourhfu',  and  never  ae  Hair,' 
The  war  of  the  Wearing,  and  has  a  good  Skair 
OF  every  Thing  lovely ;  fhe's  witty  and  fair, 

And  has  a  rich  Joynier,  my  Laddie. 
What  cou'd  ye  wifh  better  your  Pleafure  to  crowa 
Tnan  a  Widow,  thebonyeftToaftin  the  Town, 
With  naithing,  but  draw  in  your  Stool  and  fit  down, 

Andfport  with  the  Widow,  my  Laddie  f 

Then 


( Iff) 

Then  till'er  and  kill'er  with  Courtefie  deal, 
Tho'  ftark  Love  and  Kindnefs  be  all  ye  can  plead  \ 
Be  foeartfome  and  airy,  and  hope  tofucceed, 

With  a  bony  gay  Widow,  my  Laddie. 
Strike  Iron  while '•  is  het.it  ye'd  have  ittowald, 
For  Fortune  ay  favours  the  active  and  bauld, 
But  ruins  the  Woer  that's  thowlefs  and  cauld, 

Unfit  for  the  Widow,  my  Laddie. 


The  Highland  Lajffie.  .. 

TH  E  La  wland  Maids  gang  trig  and  fine, 
But  aft  they're  four  and  unco  fawfy, 
Sae  proud  they  never  can  be  kind, 

Like  my  good  humour'd  Highland  Lame, 
O,  my  bony,  bony  Highland  LaJJie, 
My  hearty  failing  Highland  Lajfie, 
May  never  Care  make  thee  lefsfair, 
But  Bloom  of  Youth  Jidl  bkfs  my  Laffte. 

Than  ony  Lafs  in  Barrowftourc, 

Wha  mak  their  Cheeks  with  Patches  motie, 

I'd  t-ak  my  Katiebm  a  Gown, 

Bare  footed  in  her  little  Coti'e, 
O  my  I  ony ,  Sec. 

Beneath  the  Brier  or  Breckeri  Buffi, 
When  e'er  I  kifsand  court  my  Dantie,. 
Happy  and  blyth  asane  waa  will), 

My  fV'ghteren  Heart  gangs.  pimepaitie0 
Q  my  bony,  Sec. 


OVr 


( Iftf ) 

O'es?  higheft  heathery  Hills  IJ11  ftenn,' 
With  cockit  Gun  and  Ratches  tenty, 
TodvivetheDeeroutof  their  Den, 

To  feaft  my  Lafs  on  Diflies  dainty. 
O  my  bony,  Sec. 

There's  nane  fhall  dare  by  Deed  or  Word, 
8Gainft  her  to  wag  a  Tongue  or  Finger, 
While  I  can  wield  my  trufty  Sword, 

Orfraemy  Side  whisk  out  a  Whinger. 
O  my  bony,  &c. 

The  Mountains  clad  with  purple  Bloom, 

And  Berries  ripe  invite  my  Treafure, 

To  range  with  me,  let  great  Fowk  gloom, 

While  Wealth  and  Pride  confound  their  Fleafure. 
O,  my  bony,  bony  Highland  LaJJie, 
My  lovely  foiling  Highland  LaJJie^ 
May  never  Care  make  thee  lefs  fair. 

But  Bloom  of  loath Jlillblejs  my  LaJJie. 


Jocky  Myth  and  gay. 


L  Y  TH  Jocky  young  and  gay,  „ 

Isallmy  Heart's  Delight, 
He's  all  my  Talk  by  Day, 
And  all  my  Dreams  by  Night. 
If  from  the  Lad  I  be, 
'Tis  Winter  then  with  me ; 
But  when  he  tarries  here, 
*Tis  Summer  all  the  Year. 


(  if 7  ) 

kWhen  I  and  Jocky  met, 

Firft  on  the  flow'ry  Dale, 
Right  fweetly  he  me  tret, 
And  Love  was  all  his  Tale.* 
You  are  the  Lafs,  faid  he, 
That  flaw  my  Heart  frae  me  5 

0  eafe  me  of  my  Pain, 
And  never  (haw  Difdain. 

Well  can  my  Jocky  ky  th 

His  Love  and  Courtefie, 
He  made  my  Heart  full  blyth; 
When  he  firft  f  pake  to  me. 
His  Suit  I  ill  deny'd, 
He  kifs'd  and  I  comply'ds ,., 
Sae  Jocky  pr.omis'd  me, 
That  he  wad  faithful  bes- 

Fm  glad  when  Jocky  comes, 
Sad  when  he  gangs  away  : 

'Tis  Night  when  Jocky  glooms, 
But  when  he  (miles,  'tis  Day. 
When  our  Eyes  meet  I  pant,' 

1  colour,  flgh  and  faint , • 
What  Laf&  that  wad  be  kind, 
Can  better  tell  her  Mind  ? 


Had  away  frae  me  Donald, 

OCome  away*  come  away, 
Come  away  wi'  me,  Sfennyy 
Sic  Frowns !  canna  bear^frae  ane 
Whafc  Smiles  anes  rayifh'd  me,  fenny  1 

w 


C  158  ) 

If  you'll  be  kind,  you'll  never  find 
That  ought  fall  alter  me,  Jenny  j 

For  you're  the  Miftrefsof  my  Mind, 
What  e'er  you  think  of  me,  Jenny. 

Firft  when  your  Sweets  enflav'd  my  Heart, 

You  feem'd  to  favour  me,  Jennys 
But  now,  alas!  you  ad  a  Part 

That  fpeaks  Unconftancy,  Jenny. 
Unconftancy  is  fie  a  Vice, 

Tis  not  befitting  thee,  Jenny, 
It  fuits  not  with  your  Virtue  nice 

To  carry  fae  to  me,  Jenny. 


Her  ANSWER. 

O  Had  away,  had  away  j 
Had  away  frae  me,  Donald; 
Your  Heart  is  made  o'er  large  for  ane^ 

It  is  not  meet  for  rne,  Donald; 
Some  fickle  Miftrefs  you  may  find, 

Will  jilt  as  fait  as  thee,  Donald; 
To  ilka  Swain  (he  will  prove  kind, 
And  nae  lefs  kind  to  thee,  Donald. 

But  I've  a  Heart  that's  naething  fuch, 

'Tis  fill'd  with  Honefty,  Djmdld; 
I'll  ne'er  love  Money,  I'jllove  much, 

1  hate  all  Levity,  Donald: 
Therefore  nae  mair,  with  Art,  pretend 

Your  Heart  is  chnin'd'to  mine,  Donaidi 
For  Words  of  FalQiood  I'll' defend, 

A  roving  Love  like  ihinc,  Donald* 


Tirft 


(  M9) 

Jirfl:  whenyou  courted,  I  muft  own, 

I  frankly  favour'd  you,  Donald-, 
Apparent  Worth,  and  fair  Renown, 

Made  me  believe  you  true,  Donald. 
Ilk  Virtue  then  feern'd  to  adorn 

TheManetteem'dby  me,  Donald, 
But  now,  the  Mask  fallen  aff,  I  f coin 

To  ware  a  Thought  on  thee*  Donald, 

And  now,  for  ever  had  away, 

Had  away  fraeme,  Donald, 
Gae  feek  a  Heart  that's  like  your  aifi, 

And  come  nae  mair  to  me,  Donald  i 
For  I'll  referve  my  fell  for  ane> 

For  ane that's  liker  me,  Donald^ 
It  fie  a  ane  Icannafind, 

I'll  ne'er  loo  Man,  nor  thee,  Donald. 
Don  al  d. 
Then  I'm  thy  Man,  and  falfe  Report 

Has  only  tald  a  L.ye,  fenny ; 
To. try  thy  Truth,  and  make  us  Sport, 

The  Tale. was  rais'd  by  me,  Jenny*. 
Jen  n  y. 
When  this  ye  prove,  and  flill  can  love,!. 

Then  come  away  to  me,  Donald >, 
I'm  well  content,  ne'er  to  repent 

That  Ihayefmil'd  on  thee,  Donald, 


Todlen  Bmty  and  Todlen  Ben* 

WHEN  I've  aSaxpence  under  my  Thumbs 
Then  rilget  Credit  in  ilka  Town  -y 


'But 


etmy 

But  ay  when  Vm  poof  they  bid  me  gang  by ! 
O!  Poverty  parts  good  Company. 

X<nto  hame,  todlen  hame, 

Coudna  my  Love  come  todlen  hame» 

Fair-fa*  the  Goodwife,  and  f«nd  her  good  Sale, 
She  gi'es  us  white  Bannocks  to  drink  her  Alea 
Syne  it  that  her  Tippony  chance  to  be  fm&\ 
^e'll  tak  a  good  Scour  o't,  and  ca'tawa*. 

"lodlen  hame,  todlen  hame, 

As  round  as  a  Neepcome  todlen  hame* 

My  Kimmer  and  I  lay  down  to  fleep, 

And  twa  Pint-ftoMps  at  our  Bed's  Feet  -y 

And  ay  when  wewaken'd,  we  drank  them  dry; 

3^hat  thinkye  of  my  wee  Kimmer  and  I  \ 
lodlen  butt,  and  todlen  ben, 
Sae  round  as  my  Leave  comes  todlen  hame, 

Leeze  me  on  Liquor,  my  todlen  Dow, 
Ye're  ay  fae  good  humour'd  when  weeting  your  Mow  3 
When  fober  fae  four,  ye'll  fight  with  a  Flee, 
That'tisablythSighttothe  Bairns  and  me. 

When  todlenhame,  todlen  hame, 

When  round  as  a  Neep  ye  come  todlen  hame,  %t 


The  auU  Man's  heft  Arguments 

To  the  Tune  of,  Widow  are  ye  wawking, 

OWha's  that  at  my  Chamber  Door  ? . 
"  Fair  Widow  are  ye  wawking  V' 
^uld  Garle,  your  Suit  give  o'er, 

Youi*  Love  lies  a'  in  tawking*  Gi*e 


Gi'e  me  the  Lad  that's  young  and  tight* 

Sweetlike  an  April  Meadows 
'Tis  fie  as  he  can  blefs  the  Sight 

And  JBofom  of  a  Widow. 

"  O  Widow,  wilt  thou  let  me  in, 

«'  I'm  pawky,  wife  and  thrifty, 
¥  And  come  of  a  right  gentle  Kin  »  ; 

'■  I'm  little  mair  than  fifty." 
Daft  Carle,  dir  your  Mouth, 

Whatfigntfies  how  pawky, 
Or  gentle  born  ye  be,- —hot  Youth, 

In  Love  youYe  but  a  Gawky. 

"  Then,  Widow,  let  thefe  Guineas  fpeak, 

"  That  powerfully  plead  clinkan, 
f  And  if  they  fail,  my  Mouth  IMlftcek,, 

"  And  nae  mair  Love  will  think:on." 
Thele  court  indeed,  I  maun  confefs, 

I  think  they  make  you  young,  Sir, 
And  ten  times  better  can  exprefs 

Affe&ion^  than  your  Tongue,  Sir. 


The  Peremptor  Lover* 
To  the  Tune  of,  Jahn  Anderfm  tny  J*. 

3lT*  I  S  not  your  Beauty,  nor  your  Wita 

JL        That  can  my  Heart  obtain  i_ 
For  they  cou'd  never  conquer  yet 

Either  my  Bread  or  Brain  : 
For  if  you'll  not  prove  kind  to  me, 

And  true  as  heretofore, 
Henceforth  I'll  fcorn  your  Slave  to  be 

OrdoatuoonwQumore.  Think 


C  i6z  } 

Think  not  my  Fancy  to  o'ercomej 

By  proving  thus  unkind  j 
No  fmoothed  Sight,  nor  fmiling  Frown,  '   'jfl 

Can  fatisfy  my  Mind. 
Pray  let  Platonicksyiay  fueh  Pranks, 

Such  Follies  I  deride, 
For  Love,  at  lead,  I  will  have  Thanks,  V 

Andfomethinselfe  befide. 


*&■ 


Then  open  heartedbe  with  me, 

As  I  fhall  be  with  you, 
And  let  our  Actions  be  as  free 

As  Virtue  will  allow. 
If  you'll  prove  loving,  I'll  prove  kind, 

If  true,  I'll  conftant  bej 
If  Fortune  chance  to  change  your  Mind, 

I'll  turn  as  foon  as  you. 

Since  our  Affections  well  ye  know,  ' 

In  equal  Terms  do  (land, 
JTisin  yourPowertolove  or  no9 

Mine's  likewife  in  my  Hand. 
Difpenfe  with  your  Aufterity, 

Unconflancy  abhor, 
Or,   by  great  Cupid's  Deity, 

I'll  never  love  you  more.  Q. 


Whafs  that  to  you. 

To  the  Tune  of,  The  glancing  of  her  Afrw* 

MY  jto_v  and  I  have  toil'd 
The  live  lang  Simmer  Day, 
9Till  we  amaift  were  fpoil'd, 

At  making  of  the  Hay:  Her- 


(Mii 

Her  Kurchy  was  of  Holland  clear, 

Ty'd  on  her  bony  Brow, 
I  whifper'd  fome thing  in  her  Ear  ; 

But  what's  that  to  you  ? 

Her  Stockings  were  of  Kerfey  green. 

As  tight  as  ony  Silk: 
O  iic  a  Leg  was  never  feen, 

Her  Skin  was  white  as  Milk  5 
Her  Hair  was  black  as  ane  cou'dwiCh, 

Andfweet,  fweet  washer  Moil, 
O!  ^enny  daintylie  can  kifs  j 

But  what's  thai  to  you  \ 

The  Rofe  and  Lilly  baith  combine, 

To  make  my  Jeany  fair, 
There  is  na  Bennifon  like  mine, 

I  have  amaift  nae  Care  j 
Only  I  fear  my  Jenny's  Face 

May  caufc  mae  Men  to  rew, 
And  that  may  gar  me  fay,  Alas! 

But  what's  that  to  you  > 

Conceal  thy  Beauties,  if  thoucany... 

Hide  that  fweet  Face  of  thine, 
That  I  may  only  be  the  Man 

Enjoys  thefe  Looks  divine. 
O  do  not  proflitute,  my  Dear, 

Wonders  to  common  view, 
And  I  with  faithful  Heart  fhall  fwear. 

For  ever  to  be  true. 

King  Solomon  had  Wives  anew, 

Andmonya  Concubine  1 
But  I  enjoy  a  Blifs  mair  true, 

His  Joys  were  fhortof  minej 

Aai 


(  1*4-) 

And  Sfeany's  happier  than  they, 

She  feldom  wants  her  Due, 
All  Debts  of  Love  to  her  I  pay,. 

And  what's  that  to  you  ?  Qt 


S    O    N    G, 

To  the  Ahfint  Florind  a. 
To  the  Tune  of,  Jgtteen  of  Shchz's  Mmk, 

OME,  Flor'mda,  lovely  Charmer^. 

Come  and  fix  this  wav'ring  Heart, 
Letthofe  Eyes  my  Soul  rekindle, 
E're  I  feel  fome  foreign  Dart. 

Come  and  with  thy  Smiles  fecure  ms* 
If  this  Heart  be  worth  thy  Care, 
Pavour'd  by  my  dear  Fior'mda, 
I'll  be  true,  as  fhe  is  fair. 

Thoufand  Beauties  trip  around  me* 
And  my  yielding  Breaft  aflail j 
Come  andtake  me  to  thy  Bofom, 
E're  my  conftant  Paflion  fail. 

Come,  and  like  the  radiant  Morning^ 
On  my  Soul  ferenely  fhine, 
Thenthofe  glimmering  Stars  fhall  vanifk* 
Itoft  in  the  Splendor  more  divine. 


Long 


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Long  this  Heart  has  been  thy  Vi&irj39 
Long  has  felt  the  pleafing  Pain ; 
Come,  and  with  an  equal  Paflion 
Make  it  ever  thine  remain* 

Then,  my  Charmer,  I  can  promife, 
If  our  Souls  in  Love  agree, 
None  in  all  the  upper  Dwellings 
Shall  be  happier  than  we» 


A  Bacchanal  SONG. 

To  the  Tune  of,  Add  Sir  Symon  the  King, 

GOME  here's  to  the  Nymph  that  I  lovea 
Away  ye  vain  Sorrows,  away  ; 
Far,  far  from  my  Bofom  be  gone, 
All  there  fhall  bepleafantandgay. 

Far  hence  be  the  Sad  and  the  Penfivei 
Come  fill  up  the  GlafTes  around, 
We'll  drink  till  our  Faces  be  ruddy, 
And  all  our  vain  Sorrows  are  di-own'd* 

9Tis  done,  and  my  Fancy's  exulting 
With  every  gay  blooming  Defire, 
My  Blood  with  brisk  Ardour  is  glowing, 
Soft  Pleafures  my  Bofom  infpire. 

My  Soul  now  to  Love  is  difTolving," 
Oh  Fate !  had  I  here  my  fair  Charmer, 
I'd  clafp  her,  I'd  clafp  her  (b  eager. 
Of  all  her  Difdain  I'd  dUarm  her. 


Sac 


( t& ) 

But  hold,  what  has  Love  to  do  here 
With  his  Troops  of  vain  Cares  in  Array, 
Avauntidle  penfive  Intruder,™       ■  ■■ 
He  triumphs,  he  will  not  away. 

I'll  drown  him,  comegivemea  Bumper* 
Young  Cupid,  here's  to  thy  Confufion .  - 
Now,  now,  he's  departing,  he's  van  qui  fh'd, 
Adieu  to  his  anxious  Delufion. 

Come,  jolly  God  Bacchus  here's  to  thee, 
Huzza  Boys,  huzza  Boys,  huzza. 
Sing  16,  fing  Id  to  Bacchus"  <-* 

Hence  all  ye  dull  Thinkers  withdraw. 

Come,  what  fhould  we  do  but  be  jovial, 
Cometuneup  your  Voices  and  fingi 
What  Soul  is  Co  dull  to  be  heavy, 
When  Wine  fets  our  Fancies  on  Wing. 

Come,  Begafus  lies  in  this  Bottle, 
He'll  mount  us,  he'll  mount  us  on  high, 
Each  of  us  a  gallant  young  Perfeus, 
Sublime  well  afcend  to  the  Sky. 

Come  mount,  or  adieu,  I  arife, 
In  Seas  of  wide  /Ether  I'mdrown'd, 
The  Clouds  far  beneath  me  are  (ailing, 
I  fee  the  Spheres  whirling  around. 

What  Darknefs,  what  Rattling  is  this. 
Thro'  Chaos,  dark  Regions  I'm  hurl'd, 

And  now, Oh  my  Head  it  is  knockt 

Upon  fome  confounded  new  World. 


Now, 


(  i<*7  ) 

Now,  now  thcfe  dark  Shades  are  retiring, 

See  yonder  bright  blazes  a  Star, 

Where  am  I?  ,.  behold  the  Empyrdum, 

With  flaming  Light  ftreaming  from  far.         I.  W.  Q. 


w 


To  Mrs.  A.  C. 
A    SONG. 

To  the  Tune  of,  All  m  the  Domisl 

MEN  Beauty  blazes  heavenly  bright, 
The  Mufe  can  no  more  ceafe  to  fing, 


Than  can  the  Lark  with  rifing  Light, 
Her  Notes  negleft  with  drooping  Wing. 
The  Morning  mines,  harmonious  Birds  mount  high 
The  dawning  Beauty  fmiles,  and  Poets  fly. 

Young  Annie's  budding  Graces  claim 

The  infpiVd  Thoughts  and  f  oftcft  Lays,' 
And  kindle  in  the  Breafta  Flame, 

Which  rauft  be  vented  in  her  Praife. 
Tell  us,  ye  gentle  Shepherds,  have  you  feen 
E'er  one  fo  like  an  Angel  tread  the  Green? 

Ye  Youth,  be  watchful  of  your  Hearts, 

When  fhe  appears  take  the  Alarm : 
Love  on  her  Beauty  points  his  Darts, 
And  wings  an  Arrow  from  each  Charm. 
Around  her  Eyes  and  Smiles  the  Graces  /port, 
And  to  her  fnowy  Neck  and  Breads  reforr. 


Bttt 


(  i«8  > 

But  vain  muft  every  Caution  prove,' 

Whenfuch  inchantingSweetneis  finned 
The  wounded  Swain  mull  yield  to  Love, 
And  wonder,  tho'  he  hopelefs  pines. 
Such  Flames  the  foppifh  Butterfly  Qiou'd  (hun^ 
•The  Eagle's  only  fit  to  view  the  Sun. 

She's  as  the  opening  Lilly  fair, 

Her  lovely  Features  are  complete  $ 
Whilfl  Heav'n  indulgent  makes  her  marc 
With  Angels,  all  that's  wife  and  fweet. 
Thefe  Virtues  which  divinely  deck  her  Mind„ 
Exalt  each  Beauty  of  th'  inferior  Kind. 

Whether  fl»e  love  the  ruralScenes; 

Or  fparkle  in  the  airy  Town, 
© !  happy  he  her  Favour  gains, 
Unhappy!  if  me  on  him  frown^ 
The  Mufe  unwilling  quits  the  lovely  Themei 
Adieu  fhe  fings,  and  thrice  repeats  her  Name. 


A  Pafioral  SONG. 
To  the  Tune  of,  My  Apron  Deary. 


Jamie.   \ 

WH I L  E  our  Flocks'  are  a  feeding, 
And  we're  void  of  Care, 
Come,  Sandy,  let's  tune 
l     To.praifeof  the  Fair  2 


( Itfp ) 

for  infpiYd  by  my  Sufie, 

Fllfinginfuch  Lays, 
That  Pan,  were  he  Judge, 

Muft  alio  w  me  the  Bays; 

S  A  N  D  $ 
While  under  this  Hawthorn 

We  lie  atourEafea 
By  a  mufica!  Stream, 

And  refrefh'dbytheBrtezt 
Of  a  Zephyr  fo  gentle, 

Yes,  Jamie,  I'll  try 
For  to  match  you  and  Sufie, 

Dare  Kane  and  I. 

J  A  M  IS. 
Oh!  my  Sufie,  foloveIy5 

She's  without  Compare, 
She's  fo  comely,  fogood, 

And  Co  charmingly  fair  s 
Sure,  the  Gods  were  at  Pa«lf 

To  make  fo  complete 
ANyraph,  that  for  Love 

There  was  ne'er  one  fo  meet. 
5  A  N  D  T. 
Oh.»  my  Katie,  fo  bright, 

She's  fo  witty  and  gay, 
tove  join'd  with  the  Graces, 

Around  her  Looks  play  $ 
In  her  Mein  flic's  fo  graceful, 

In  her  Humour  fo  free  5 
Sure  the  Gods  never  fram'd 

A  Maid  fairer  than  fhe. 

J  A  Ml  E. 
Hud  my  Sufie  been  there 

•  When  the  Shepherd  declared 
For  the  Lady  of  Lemnos, 

She  had  ioft  his  Regard : 

H  Aat 


(  *70  > 

£nd  o'ercome  by  a  Prefence 

More  beauteoufly  bright, 
He  had  own'd  her  undone, 
As  the  Darknefs  by  Light. 

SANDY. 
Not  fair  Helen  of  Greece, 

Nor  all  the  whole  Train, 
Either  of  real  Beauties, 

Or  thofe  Poets  feign, 
Cou'd  be  match'd  with  myKtth, 
Whofe  every  fvveet  Charm* 
Jrfay  conquer  belt  Judges, 

And  coldeft  Hearts  warm. 

JAMIE. 
Neither  Riches  or  Honour, 

Or  any  thing  great, 
Do  I  ask  of  the  Gods, 

But  that  this  be  my  Fate, 
Thatmy£«/fctoall 

My  kind  Wilkes  comply  j 
For  with  her  wou'd  I  live, 
And  with  her  I  wou'd  die. 

SAND  r. 
If  the  Fates  give  me  Katie, 

And  her  I  enjoy, 
I  have  all  my  Defires, 

Nought  can  me  annoy j 
For  my  Charmer  has  every 
Delight  in  fuch  (lore, 
She'll  make  me  more  happy. 
Than  Swain  e'er  before. 


Zovs  ^ 


tip  ) 

Love  will  find  out  the  way! 

OVER  the  Mountains, 
And  over  the  Waves, 
Over  the  Fountains, 

And  under  the  Graves  : 
Over  Floods  that  are  deepelt, 

Which  do  Neptune  obey  $ 
Over  Rocks  that  are  fteepeft, 

Love  will  find  out  the  Way.  & 

Where  there  Is  no  Place 

For  the  Glow-worm  to  Iy  $ 
Where  there  is  no  Space, 

For  Receit  of  a  Fly  ,♦ 
Where  the  Midge  dares  not  venture; 

Leftherfelf  fair  me  lay; 
But  if  Love  come,    he  will  enter, 

And  foon  find  out  his  Way. 

You  may  efteem  him 

A  Child  in  his  Forcej 
Or  you  may  deem  him 

A  Coward,  which  is  worfe : 
But  if  fhe,  whom  Love  doth  honour* 

Be  conceal'd  from  the  Day, 
Seta  thoufand  Guards  upon  her, 

Love  will  find  out  the  Way, 

Some  think  to  lofe  him,  j      y*fc 

Which  is  too  unkind;  ' 

And  fome  do  fuppofe  him, 
Poor  Thing,  to  be  blind: 


(  17*) 

But  if  ne'er  fo  clofs  ye  wall  him, 
Do  the  beft  that  ye  may, 

Blind  Love,  ii  fo  ye  call  him, 
He  will  find  out  the  Way. 

You  may  train  the  Eagle 

To  ftoop  to  your  Fift  ; 
'Or  you  may  inveagle 

The  Phoenix  of  the  Eaft  j 
The  Lionefs,  ye  may  move  her 

To  give  over  her  prey : 
But  you'll  never  flop  a  Lover* 

He  will  find  out  his  Way. 


A    S  O    N   G. 

To  the  Tune  of.  Throw  the  Wood  Laddie* 

AS  earlylwalk'd,  on  the  firftof  fweetM/^, 
Beneath  a  fteep  Mountain, 
Befide  a  clear  Fountain, 
I  heard  a  grave  Lute  foft  Melody  play, 
Whilft  the  Eccho  refcunded  the  dolorous  Lay. 

iliften'dandlook'd,  and  fpy'd  ayoung  Swain, 

WiihAfpe<adiftrefled, 

And  Spirits  oppreiTed, 
Seem'd  clearing  afrefh..  like  the  Sky  after  Rain, 
And  thus  he  difcover'd  how  he  ftrave  with  his  Pain, 

Tho'  Eliza  be  coy,  why  fliou'd  I  repine, 
That  a  Maid  much  above  me, 
Vouchfates  not  to  loyg  me  ? 


ta 


c  m ) 

In  her  hfgh  Sphere  of  Worth  I  never  could  fhine* 
Then  why  mould  I  leek  todebafe  her  to  mine? 

No!  henceforth  Efteem  fhall  govern  my  Defire,. 

And  in  du§  Subjection, 

Retain  warm  Affection  ; 
To  fhew  that  Self-love  inflames  not  my  Fire, 
And  that  no  other  Swain  can  more  humbly  admire. 

When  Faffion  mail  ceafe  to  rage  in  my  Breaft> 

Then  Quiet  returning, 

Sbalihufh  my  (ad  Mourning* 
And  Lord  of  myfelf,  in  abfoluteReft, 
I'll  hug  the  Condition  which  Heaven  (hall  think  beft. 

Thus  Friendfhip  unmix'd,  and  wholly  refiii'd, 

May  ftili  be  refpe&ed, 

Tho'  Love  is  reje&ed  s 
Eliza  fhallown,  tho'  to  Love  not  incfin'd, 
That  fhe  ne'er  had  a  Friend  like  her  Lover  refign^d. 

May  the  fortunate  Youth,  who  hereafter  fhall  wo* 

With  profp'rous  Endeavour, 

And  gam  her  dear  Favour, 
Know  as  well  as  1,  what  t*  Eliza  is  due, 
Be  much  more  deferving,  but  never  lefs  true.. 

WhilftI,  difengag'd  from  all  amorous  Caress 

Sweet  Liberty  tailing, 

On  calmefl  Peace  feafting ; 
Employing  my  Reafon  to  dry  up  my  Tears* 
In  Hopes  of  Heav'ns  Bliflfes  I'll  fpend  my  few  Yeai& 

T&c  Powers  that  preildeo*ervertuous  Lore, 
Come  aid  me  with  Patience, 
L  To  bear  my  Vexations  5 


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With  equal  Defires  my  flutt'ring  Heartmove; 
With  Sentiments  pureft,  my  Notions  improve: 

If  Love  in  his  Fetters  e'er  catch  me  again, 

May  Courage  protect  me, 

And  Prudence  direct  me  $ 
Prepar'd  for  all  Fates,  rememb'ringthe  Swam, 
Who  grew  happily  wile,  after  loving  in  vain. 


R  ©  b  '  s  Jock. 

A  very  auldB alia?'. 

RO  B'sjock  cam  to  woo  our  fenny, 
OnaeFeaft  Day  when  we  werfouj 
She  brankit  fafl:  and  made  her  bony, 
And  laid,  Jock,  come  ye  here  to  woo? 
She  burnift  her  baith  Breaft  and  Brou, 
g&nd  made  her  cieer  asony  Clock  $ 

Then  fpak  her  Dame,  and  fa  id*  I  troll 
Ye  com  till  woo  our  Jenny  >  Jock. 

Jock  raid,  Forfuith  I  yern  fu'  fain, 

To  luk  my  Head  and  fit  down  by  you  1 
Then  fpak  her  Minny,  and  faid  again, 

My  Bairn  has  Tocher  enough  togie  you. 

Tehie!  qo  Jenny,  fefek,  kiek,  I  fee  you: 
Minny,  yon  Man  maksbut  a  Mock. 

Deil  hae  the  Liars— -iu  lies  me  o'  you,, 
I  com  to  woo  your  Jenny,  qo  Jock. 

Hiy  Bairn  has  Tocher  of  her  awin  ; 

AGufe,  aGryce,  a  Cock  and  Hen, 
^Stirk,  aStaig,  an Acre-fawin, 

A  Bak  bread  and  a  Bannock-ftane  j 


(  *7T  ) 

A  Pig,  a  Pot,  and  a  Kirn  there  ben, 
AKame-but  andaKamingStockj 

With  Coags  and  Luggies  nine  or  ten : 
Gomyetowooour  jfatftfy,  $ock* 

A  Wechr,  a  Peet-Creel  and  a  Cradle, 

A  Pair  of  Clips,  a  Graip,  a  Flail, 
An  Ark,  an  Ambry,  and  a  Ladle,  * 

A  Milfie,  and  a  fowine  Pale, 

A  roufty  Whittle  to  flieer  the  Kail, 
And  a  Timber  Mell  the  Beer  to  knock, 

Tvva  Shelf s  made  of  an  auld  Fir  Dale ; 
Comyetowooour Jenny,  ^oekl 

AFurm,  aFurlet,  and  a  Peck, 

A  Rock,  a  Reel,  and  a  Wheel-Band, 
A  Tub,  a  Barrow,  andaSeck,_ 

A&purtil  braid,  and  ane  Elwand. 

Then  Jock  took  Jenny  be  the  HancF, 
And  cry*d,  a  Feaft r!  and  flew  a  Cock, 

And  made  a  Brydal  upo*  Land, 
Now  have  I  got  your  Jenny,  qo  Jock. 

Now  Dame,  I  have  your  Doughter  marri'd, 

And  tbo  ye  mak  it  ne'er  fae  tOBgh, 
I  let  you  wit  (he's  naemif  carried, 

Its  weel  kend  I  have  Gear  enough : 

Ane  auld  gawd  Gloyd  fell  owre  a  Heugn, 
A  Spade,  a  Speer,  a  Spur,  a  Sock; 

Withouten  CKvfen  I  have  a  Pleugh : 
May  that  no  fer  your  Jenny,  qvjock  ! 

A  Treen  Tnmcher,  a  Ram-Horn  Spoon, 

Tvva  Buits  or  barkit  blafint  Leather, 
A'Graiththat  ganesto  coble  Shoon, 

And  a  Thrawcmiick  to  twy ne  a  Teather, 

H  4.  Tvva 


(  *7<S  ) 

Twa  Croks  that  moup  amang  the  heathy.  ] 
A  Pair  of  Branks,  and  a  Fetter- Lock, 

A  teugh  Purfe  made  of  a  Swine's  Blather,. 
To  had  your  Tocher,  Jenny,  qpjock* 

©ood  Elding  for  our  Winter  Fire, 

A  Cod  of  Caff  wad  fill  a  Cradle, 
A  Rake  of  Iron  to  clat  the  Bire, 

A  Deuk  about  the  Dubs  to  padle, 

_ThePanneIof  an  auldXed-fadle, 

And  Rob  my  Ecm  hecht  me  a  Stock, 

Twa  lufty  Lips  to  lick  a  Ladle. 
May  thir  nogane  your  Jenny,  cpjockl 

A  Pair  ef  Hames  and  Brecbom  Sne>, 

And  without  Bittsa  Bridle-renzie, 
A  Sark  made  of  the  Linkome  Twine, 

AgaygreenCloke  thatwill  notftenzie^ 

Mair  yet  in  Store — —I  needna  fenzie, 
Five  hundred  Flaes,  a  fendy  Flock, 

And  are  notthae  awakrife  Menzie, 
To  gae  t  o  Bed  with  Jenny -and  Jock  ? 

Tak  thir  for  my  Part  of  the  Feaft, 

Itisweelknawin  lani  weelbodin: 
Teneed  not  fay  my  Part  is  lead, 

Wer  they  as  meikle  as  they'r  lodin. 

The  Wife  fpeerd  gin  the  Kail  was  fodin. 
When  we  have  done,  takhamethe  Brokj 

The  Roil  was  teugh  as  Raploch  Hodin, 
"With  which  they  feafted  Jemy  and  Jock.  Z, 

SON©. 


(  *77  ) 
S    O    N    G, 

To  the  Tune  of,  A  Rock  and  a  weeftckU  T*u\ 

I  Have  a  green  Purfe  and  a  wee  pickle  Gowd, 
A  Bony  Piece  Land  and  Planting  on't, 
It  fattens  my  Flocks,  and  my  Bairns  it  has  ftowd  5. 
But  the  beft  Thing  of  a's  yet  wanting  on't : 
To  grace  it,  and  trace  it, 
And  gic  me  Delight  5 
To  blefs  me,  and  kifs  me, 
And  comfort  my  Sight, 
With  Beauty  by  Day,  and  Kindnefs  by  Night, 
And  nae  mair  my  lane  gang  fauntring  on't. 

My  Chrifty  [he's  charming,  and  good  as  (he's  fairs 

Her  Een  and  her  Mouth  are  inchanting  iweet, 
$hs  fmiles  me  on  Fire,  her  Frowns  gie  Defpair  t 
I  love  while  my  Heart  gaes  panting  wi't. 
Thou  faireft,  and  deareft, 
Delight  of  my  Mind, 
L  Whofe  gracious  Embraces 

By  Heaven  were  defign'd; 
For happieftTtanf ports,  and  Bleilesrerl n'd, 
Nae  langer  delay  thy  granting  Sweet. 

For  thee,  Bony  Chrifty,  my  Shepherds  and  Hynrfs, 

Shall  carefully  make  the  Year's  Dainties  thine: 
Thus  freed  f'vaelaigh  Care,  while  Love  tills  our  Minds 
Our  Days  (hall  with  Pleafure  and  Plenty  mine., 
Then  hear  me,  and  c  hear  me, 
Withfmiling  Confent, 
Believe  me,  and  give  me 
No  Caufe  to  lament, 
Since  1  ne'er  can  be  happy,  till  thou  fay.  Content,  . 
I'vipleas'd  with  my  Jamifj  and  he  (hall  be  mine. 

H  jf  SONG, 


(  178  ) 
SONG. 

To  hs  am  Tune. 

AL  T  H  O'  I  be  but  a  Country  Late, 
Yet  a  lofty  Mind  I  bear — 0> 
And  think  my  fell  as  good  as  rhofe 

Tha;  rich  Apparel  wear—- O. 
Altho'  my  Gown  be  hame-fpun  Gray* 

My  Skin  it  is  as  faft — O, 
As  them  that  Satin  Weeds  do  wear, 
And  carry  their  Heads  alaft     ,0. 

JWhat  tho'  I  keep  my  Father's  Sheep, 

The  thing  that  muft  be  done-— Oi 
With  Garlands  of  the  fined  Flowers, 

To  {hed  me  frae  the  Sun— — O : 
kWhen  they  are  feeding  pleafantly, 

Where  Grafs  and  Flowers  do  fpting— Oj 
Then  on  a  flowne  Bank  at  Noon, 

1  fet  me  down  and  fing — O. 

Tl/tf  Paifly  Piggy,  cork'd  with  Sage, 

Contains  my  Drink  but  thin*— — O  s 
Ho  Wines  do  e'er  my  Brain  enrage, 

Or  tempt  my  Mind  to  fin—— Oj 

$dy  Country  Curds,  and  Wooden  Spoon^ 

I  think  themunco  fine Oa 

And  on  a  flowry  Bank  at  Noon, 

I  fetrae  down  and  dine— O. 

Altho'  my  Parents  cannot  raife 

Great  Bags  of  mining  Gold— O," 
Like  them  whafe  Daughters  now-a-days,1 

Like  Swine  are  bought  and  fold— O  y  Yet 


(  i'fc  ) 

Yet  my  fair  Body,  it  fhall  keep 
An  honeft  Heart  within         O  $ 

And  for  twice  Fifty  thoufand  £rowa£ 
I  value  not  a  Prin O. 

I  ufe  nae  Gums  upon  my  Hair, 

Nor  Chains  about  my  Neck O, 

Nor  mining  Rings  upon  my  Handfr, 

My  Fingers  (height  to  deck Oj 

But  for  that  Lad  to  me  (hall  fa*, 

And  I  have  Grace  to  wed™  ■  »Q, 
I'll  keep  a  Jewel  worth  them  a', 

1  mean  my  Meadenhead— — O. 

If  canny  fortune  give  to  me, 

The  Man  I  dearly  love—  O, 
Tho'  we  want  Gear,  I  dinna  care, 

My  Hands  I  can  improve—  O, 
Expecting  for  a  Bleffing  ftill, 

Defcendingfrom  above- — O, 
Then  we'll  embrace,  and  fweetly  kifs, 

Repeating  Tales  of  Love O. 


Waljy  waly,  gin  Love  he  bwj* 

OWaly,  waly,  upon  the  Bank/ 
And  waly,  waly  down  the  BraeP 
And  waly,  waly  yon  Burn-Side, 

Where  I  and  my  Love  wont  to  ga«, 
Ilean'd  my  Back  unto  an  Aik, 

I  thought  it  was  a  trufty  Tree, 
Eutfirftitbow'd  andfyne  itbrak, 
Sae  my  true  Love  did  lightly  me, 


O 


(  m  y 

0  waly,  waly,  but  Love  be  bony,  S 

A  little  Time  while  it  is  new, 
Bur  when  'tis  auld  it  waxeth  cauld, 

And  fades  away  like  Morning  Dew. 
G  wherefore  fhou'd  I  busk  my  Head  ? 

Or  wherefore  fhou'd  I  kamemy  Haiiy 
Tor  my  true  Love  has  me  forfook, 

And  fays  he'll  never  love  me  mair. 

Mow  Arthur-Seat  fliall  be  my  Bed, 

The  Sheets  fhall  ne'er  be  fyl'd  by  me,' 
Saint  Anton's  Well  (hall  be  my  Drink, 

Since  my  true  Love  has  forfaken  me. 
Martinmas  Wind,  when  wilt  thou  blaw, 

And  make  the  green  Leaves  off  the  T>ee  * 
O  gentle  Deaths  when  wilt  thou  come, 

For  of  my  Life  I  am  weary.. 

Tis  net  the Froft 'that  freezes  fell, 

Nor  blowing  Snaw's  Inclemency  ;. 
Tis  not  fie  Cauld  that  makes  my  Cry, 

Slut  my  Love's  Heart  grown  cauld  to  mt* 
{When  we  came  in  by  Glafgaw  Town, 

We  were  a  comely  Sight  to  fee  y 
My  Love  was  chd  in  black  Velvet, 

And  \  my  (ell  in  Cramafia. 

But  had  I  wift  before  I  kifs'd, 

That  Love  had  been  fae  ill  to  win," 
Td  lock'd  my  Heart  in  a  Cafe  of  Gold, 

And  pin'd  it  with  a  Silver  Pin. 
€>hoh!  it  my  young  Babe  were  born, 

And  fet  upon  the  Nurf e's  Knee^. 
And  I  my  fell  were  dead  and  gang, 

For  a  Maid  again  I'll  never  be,  11 

The 


(  1*1  )'. 


The  Loving  Lafs  and  Spinmng-wheeh 


A.V. 


J  fat  at  my  Spinning-wheel, 
J\  A  bony  Lad  was  patting  by : 
1  vievv'd  him  round,  and  lik'd  him  weel9  a 
For  Trouth  he  had  a  glancing  Eye. 

My  Heart  new  panting,  'gan  to  feel,, 

But  ftill  I  turn'd  my  Spinning-wheel. 

With  Looks  all  Kindnefs  he  drew  near, 
And  ftill  mair  lovely  did  appear  5 
And  round  about  my  (lender  Wafte 
He  clafp'd  his  Arms,  and  me  embrac'd :  . 

To  kifs  my  Hand,  fyne  down  did  kneel^ 

As  I  fat  at  my  Spinning-wheel. 

My  Milk-white  Hands  he  did  extol, 
And  prais'd  my  Fingers  Jang  andfmall, 
And  faid,  There  was  nae  Lady  fair 
That  ever  cou'd  with  me  compare. 

Thefe  words  into  my  Heart  siid  fteeL, 

But  ftill  1  turn'd  my  Spinning-wheeL... 

Altho'I  feemingly  did  chide, 
Yet  he  wad  never  be  deny'd, 
But  ftill declar'd  his  Love  the  mair, 
Until  my  Heart  was  wounded  fair : 

That  I  my  Love  cou'd  fcarce  conceal, 

Yet  ftill  I  turn'd  my  Spinning-wheel. 

My  Hanks  of  Yarn,  my  Rock  and  Reel 

My  Winnels  and  my  Spinning-wheel  , 

He  bid  me  leave  themallwith  Speed, 

And. gang  with  hirn  to  yonder  Mead :  M$ 


(  »8i  ) 

My  y  ielding  Heart  ftrange  Flames  did  feel. 
Yet  ftill  I  turn'd  my  Spianing-wheel. 

About  my  Neck  his  Arm  he  laid, 
And  whilper'd,  Rife  my  bony  Maid, 
And  with  me  to  yon  Hay-Cock  go, 
I'll  teach  thee  bettev  Wark  to  do. 
In  Trouth  I'lbo'd  the  Motion  weel, 
And  loot  alane  my  Spinning-wheel. 

Amang  the  pleafant  Cocks  of  Hay, 

Then  with  my  bony  Lad  I  lay; 

"What  Laffie,  young  and  faft  as  I, 

Cou*d  fie  a  handfonne  Lad  deny  ? 
Thefe  Pleafures  I  cannot  reveal, 
That  far  furpaft  the  Spinning-wheel, 


A    SONG, 

To  the  Time  of,  Woes  my  Heart  that  we  JljotSdj under* 

ADIEU"  ye  pleafant  Sports  and  Plays, 
Farewel  each  Song  that  was  diverting  y 
Love  tunes  my  Pipe  to  mournful  Lays, 
I  ling  of  Delia  and  Damon's  parting. 


Long  had  he  lov'd,  and  long  conceal'd 
The  dear  tormenting  pleafant  Pamon., 

Till  Delia's  Mildnefs  had  prevail'd, 
On  hisi  to  mew  his  Inclination. 


Jul? 


(  i8?  ) 

Jttft  as  the  Fair-one  feem'd  to  give 

A  patient  Ear  to  his  Love-Story, 
Damon  muft  his  Delia.  leave, 

To  go  in  queft  of  toilfome  Glory. 

Half-fpoken  Words  hang  on  his  Tongue, 

Their  Eyes  retus'd  the  ufual  Meeting  5 
And  Sighs  fupply'd  their  wonted  Song, 

Theie  charming  Sounds  were  chang'dto  weeping} 

Dear  Idol  of  my  Soul  adieu  i 

Ceafe  to  lament,  but  ne'er  to  love  me,  . 
While  Damon  lives,  he  lives  for  you,  .  3 

No  other  Charms  mall  ever  move  me. 

Alas!  who  knows,  when  parted  far 

From  Delia,  but  you  may  deceive  her  ? 
The  Thought  deflroys  my  Heart  with  Care> 

Adieu,  my  Dear,  I  fear  for  ever* 

If  ever  I  forget  rny  Vows, 

May  then  my  Guardian  Angel  leave  met 
And  more  to  aggravate  my  Woes, 

Be  you  fo  good  as  to  forgive  me.  fi*. 


O  V  the  Hills  and  far  away* 

JO  C  K  Y  met  with  Jenny  fair, 
Aft  be  the  Dawning  of  the  Day  j 
iJut  Jocky  now  is  f u'  of  Care, 
Since  Jenny  Raw  his  Heart  away  s 


Altho? 


(  i»4  ) 

Akho'  Hie  promised  to  be  true* 

She  proven  has  alake!  unkind  ; 

Which  gars  poor  Jocky  aften  rue* 

That  he  e'er  loo'd  a  fickle  Mind. 

Andi/'j to'er  the  Hills  and  far  away,, 
It's  o'er  the  Hills  and  far  away, 
It's  o'er  the  Hills  and  far  away,  , 

The  Wind  has  blawi  my  Plaid  away. 

Now  Jocky  was  a  bony  Lad, , 
As  e'er  was  born  in  Scotland  f "air  j 
But  now  poor  Man  he's  e'en  gane  wood/ 
Since  Jenny  has  gart  him  defpair. 
Young  Jocky  was  a  Piper's  Son, 
And  fell  in  Love  when  he  was  young} 
But  a'  the  Springs  that  he  cou'd  play,  . 
vWa$tfVr  the  Hills  and  far  away,. 
Andit's  o'er  the  Hills,  &c. 

Be  funs;  ■ when  firft  my  Jenny's  Face 

I  faw,  me  feem'd  fee  f u*  of  Grace, 
With  meikle  Joy  my  Heart  was  £11*4,. 
That's  now  alas  1  with  Sorxow  kill'd* 
©h !  was  me  but  as  true  as  fair, 
3Twad  pur  an  end  to  my  defpair. 
Inftead  of  that  fhe  Is  unkind, 
And  wavers  like  the  Winter-wind* 
And  it's  o'er  the  Hills,  Sec. 

Ah !  cou'd  Hie  find  the  difmal  Wae> 
That  for  her  Sake  I  uwdergae, 
Shecoudna  chufe  but  grant  Relief, 
And  put  an  End  to  a5 my  Grief  % 
But  oh!  me  is  asfaufe  as  fair, 
JKhkh  caufes  a* my  Sighs  and  Care.$ 


(  i8y  ) 

But  fhe  triumphs  in  proud  Difdain,' 
And  takes  a  Pleafure  in  my  Pain, 
And  it's  o'er  the  Hills,  Sec. 

Hard  was  my  Hap  to  fa*  in  Love* 
With  ane  that  does  fo  faithlefs prove. 
Hard  was  my  Fate  to  court  a  Maid, 
That  has  my  conftant  Heart  betray'd^ 
A  thoufand  times  to  me  fhe  fwai'e. 
She  wad  be  true  for  evermair  j 
But  to  my  Grief  alake  I  fay, 
She  flaw  my  Heart,  and  ran  away* 
And  it's  o'er  the  Hills,  £cc. 

Since  that  fhe  will  naePity  take* 
I  maun  gae  wander  for  her  fake, 
And,  m  ilk  Wood  and  gloomy  Grove, 
I'll  fighing  fing,  Adieu  to  Love ; 
Since  fhe  isfaufe  whom  I  adore, 
pi  never  truft  a  Woman  more : 
Frae  a'  their  Charms  I'll  flee  away, 
And  on  my  Pipe  I'll  fweetly  play. 
O'er  Hills  and  Dales,  and  far  away, 
Out  o'er  the  Hills  and f&r  away , 
Out  o'er  the  Hills  and 'far  away 
The  Wind  has  blsmn  my  Plaid  away. 


Jenny  Nettles. 

SA  W  ye  Jenny  Nettles, 
Jenny  Nettles,  Jenny  Nettles, 
Saw  ye  Jenny  Nettles 
Coming  frae  the  Market  y 


Sag 


(  iSs ■)• 

Bag  and  Baggage  oft  her  Back, 
Her  Fee  and  Bountith  in  her  Lap 

Bag  and  Baggage  on  her  Sack, 
And  a  Babie  in  her  Oxteiv 


Imet  ayont  the  Kairny, 

Jenny  Nettles,  Jenny  Net  tie  sr. 
Singing  till  her  Bairny, 

Robin  Rattle's  Baftard  ; 
To  flee  the  Dool  upo'  the  Stool, 

And  ilka  ane  mat  mocks  her, 
She  round  about  feeks  Robin  out, 

To  flap  it  in  his  Oxter. 

Fy,  fy  !  Robin  Rattle, 

Robin  Rattle,  Robin  Rattle  | 
Fy,  fy!  Robin  Rmle, 

Ufe  Jenny  Nettles  kindly  s 
Score  out  the  Blame,  and  fhun  the  Shame, 

And  without  mair  Debate  o't, 
Take  hame  your  Wain,  make  Jenny  tain9. 

The  leal  and  leefome  Gate  o't. 


Jocky'sfouznd  Jemy'stein* 


JOCKT  fou,  Jenny  fain,. 
fenny  was  naeill  to  gain, 
She  was  couthy,  he  was  kind, 
And  thus  the  Wooer  tell'd  his  Mind, 

Jenny  I'll  nae  mair  be  Nice, 
Gi'eme  Love  atony  Price  r 


( **?■■) 

I  winna  prig  for  Red  or  Whyt, 
Love  alane  can  gi'e  Delyt*. 

Others  feek  they  kenna  what, 
In  Looks,  in  Carriage,  and  a'  that  t 
Give  me  Love,  for  her  I  court : 
Love  in  Love  makes  a*  the  Sport. 

Colours  mingl'd  nnco  fine, 
Common  Motives langfinfyne, 
Never  can  engage  my  Love, 
Until  my  Fancy  firft  approve. 

It  is  na  Meat  but  Appetite 

That  makes  our  Eating  a  Dely  1 5 

Beauty  is  at  beft,  Deceits 

Fancy  only  kens  nae  Cheat.  Q* 


Leader  Haughs  and  Tarrow. 

WHEN  Phoebus  bright  the  Azure  Skies- 
With  golden  Rays  enlightneth, 
He  makes  all  Nature's  Beauties  rife,  f 

Herbs,  Trees,  and  Flowers  he  quickneth; 
Amongft  all  thof  e  he  makes  his  Choice,  j  J 

And  with  Delight  goes  thorow, 
With  radiant  Beams  and  Silver  Streams, 
Are  Leader  Haughs  and  Xarrow , . 

When  Aries  the  Day  and  Night, 

In  equal  Length  dividetk, 
Auld  ko  fry  Saturn  takes  his  Flight, 

fclae  longer  he  abidcth ; 

!Fh$sb 


(  *88) 

Then  Tlora  Queen,  with  Mantle  greefi*. 

CaftsafF  her  former  Sorrow, 
And  vows  to  dwell  with  Ceres  fell, 

In  Leader  Haughs  and  Tarrow, 

Fan  playing  on  his  Aiten  Reed, 

And  Shepherds  him  attending, 
Do  here  refort  their  Flocks  to  feed, 

The  Hills  and  Haughs  commending}. 
With  Cur  and  Kent  upon  the  Bent, 

Sing  to  the  Sun,  Good-morrow> 
And  fwear  nae  Fields  mair  Pleafures  yields 

Than  Leader  Haugbs  and  Tarrow, 

An  Houfe  there  ftandson  Leader  Side, 

Surmounting  my  defcriving, 
With  Rooms  fae  rare,  and  Windows  fait 

Like  Dedalus* contriving : 
Menpaffingby,  doaftencry, 

In  f ooth  it  hath  nae  Marrow  § 
It  ftands  as  lweet  on  Leader  Side, 

As  New-wark  does  on  2'arrow, 

A  Mile  below  wha  lifts  to  ride, 

They'll  hear  the  Mavis  finging  5 
Into  St.  Leonard's  Banks  flie'll  bide, 

Sweet  Birks  her  Head  o'er  hinging  s 
The  Lintwhite  loud,  and  Vrogne  proud, 

With  tuneful  Throats  and  narrow^ 
Into  St.  Leonard's  Banks  they  fingj. 

As  fweetly  as  in  XArraw, 

The  Lapwing  lilteth  o'er  the  Lee, 
With  nimble  Wings  fhe  fporteths 

But  vows  fhe'll  flee  far  frae  theTree-J. 
Where  fhilomel  reforteth :: 


* 


<  *8p  )) 

By  Break  of  Day  the  Lark  can  fajr, 

I'll  bid  you  all  good-morrow, 
I'll  ftreek  my  Wing,  and  mounting  fing. 

O'er  Leader  Haughs  and  Yarrow. 

park,  Wantan-waws ,  and  Wooden»tle»gK 

The  Eaft  and  Weftern  Mainjes, 
The  Wood  of  Lauder's  fair  eneugb, 
.  The  Corns  are  good  in  Blainjhes, 
Where  Aits  are  fine,  and  fald  be  kind, 

That  if  ye  fearch  all  therow 
Mearns,  Buchm,  Mar*  nane  better  are 

Than  Leader  Haughs  or  Yarrow. 

InBttrn,  Mill-Bog,  and  Whifftade Shaws* 

The  fearful  Hare  me  haunteth, 
Brig-haught  and  Brade-woed-ftikl  (he  kaaws, 

And  Chapel-wood  frequenteth : 
Yet  when  (lie  irks,  to  Katdjly  Birks 

She  rins,  and  fighs  for  Sorrow, 
That  fhe  fhou'd  leave  fweet  Leader  Haughs3 

And  cannot  win  to  Yarrow* 

WhatfweeterMuflckwadye  hear, 

Than  Hounds  and  Beigles  crying  ? 
The  ftarted  Hare  rins  hard  with  Fear, 

Upon  her  Speed  relying } 
Sut  yet  her  Strength  it  falls  at  lengths 

Nae  Beilding  can  fhe  borrow 
In  Sorrel's  Field,  deck  man  or  Hag's, 

And  fighs  to  be  in  Yarrow. 

for  Rockwood,  King-wood,  Spoty,  Shag, 
With  Sight  and  Scent' purfue  her. 

Till  ah!  her  Pith  begins  to  flag, 
^Nae  Cunning  can  refcue  her : 


@'er 


O're  Dub  and  Dyke,  o'er  Seugh  and  Syke 
She'll  rin  the  Fields  all  thorow, 

Till  fail'd  (he  fa's  in  Leader  Haughs, 
And  bids  f arewel  to  Yarrow. 

Sing  EJfiftgtonznd  Cow  den-knows, 

Where  Homes  had  anes  commanding,- 
And  Dry-grange  with  thy  milk-white  Ews, 

3Twixtr#m/and  Leader  Handing : 
The  Bird  that  flees  throw  Reedpath  Trees, 

And  Gledfwood  Banks  ilk  Morrow, 
May  chant  and  fing,  fweet  Leader  Eaugbs* 

And  bonyHowmsof  Yarrow. 

But  roinftrel  Burn  cannot  aflwage 

HisGrief,  while  Life  enduretb, 
To  fee  the  changes  of  this  Age, 

That  fleeting  Time  procureth  $ 
For  rnony  a  Place  Hands  in  hard  Cafe> 

Where  blyth  Fowk  kend  nae  Sorrow, 
With  Homes  that  dwelt  on  Leader  Side, 

And  Scots  that  dwelt  on  Yarrow. 


For  the  Sake  of  Somebody, 

FOR  the  Sake  of  Somebody, 
For  the  Sake  of  Somebody, 
I  cou'd  wake  a  Winter  Night, 
Forthe  Sake  of  Somebody. 
I  am  gawn  to  feek  a  Wife, 

I  am  gawn  to  buy  a  Plaidy  ^ 
I  have  three  Stane  of  Woo, 

Catling,  is  thy  Doughter  ready  ? 
Worths  Sake  of  Somebody,  &c, 

Betty* 


"Betty,  La  fly,  fay't  thy  fell, 

Tho*  thy  Dame  be  ill  to  fhooa 
Firft  we'll  buckle,  then  we'll  tell, 

Let  her  flyte  and  fyne  come  too  s 
WhatfignifiesaMither'sGloom, 

When  Love  and  KifTes  come  in  play  \ 
$h@u'd  we  wither  in  our  Bloom, 

And  in  Summer  make  nae  Hay  f 
For  the  Sake  of,  &c. 

She. 

Bony  Lad,  Icarenaby, 

Tho'  I  try  my  Luck  with  thee,'  " 

Since  ye  are  content  to  tye, 

The  HafF-mark  Bridal  Band  wi*  me^ 
I'll  flip  hame  and  wafb  my  Peer, 

And  fteal  on  Linnings  fair  and  clean, 
•Syne  at  the  tryfting  Place  we'll  meet,  '  $ 

To  do  but  what  my  Dame  has  done. 
Wort  be  Sake  of,  Sec. 

He; 

^Tow  my  lovely  Betty  gives 

Confent  in  fie  a  heartfome  Gate,' 
It  me  frae  a'  my  Care  relieves, 

And  Doubts  that  gart  me  aft  look  Mate  { 
Then  let  us  gang  and  get  the  Grace, 

For  they  that  have  an  Appetite 
Shou'd  eat :  .And  Lovers  fhould  embrace  j 

If  thefe  be  Faults,  'tis  Nature's  Wyte« 
£or  the  Sake  of>  &c. 


Norland 


(  w  ) 

Norland  Jocky  and  Southland  Jenny, 

A  Southland  fenny  that  was  right  bony, 
Had  for  a  Suitor  a  Norland  Johny  ^ 
But  he  was  fican  a  bafhfu'  Wooer, 
That  he  cou'd  fcarcely  (peak  unto  her, 
Till  Blinks  of  her  Beauty  and  Hopes  o'ber  Siller, 
Forc'd  him  at  laft  to  tell  his  Mind  till  her. 
My  Dear,  quoth  he,  we'll  nae  langer  tarry, 
Gin  ye  can  loo  me,  let's  o'er  the  March,  and  marry. 

She. 
Come,  come  away  then,  my  Norland  Laddie, 
Tho'  wegangneatly,  feme  aremair  gawdy^ 
And  abeit  I  have  neither  Gowd  nor  Money, 
Come,  and  I'll  wear  my  Beauty  on  thee. 

He. 
YeLafTes6fof  the  South,  ye'rea'for  dreiTIng; 
Laffes  of  the  North  mind  milking  and  threfn*ng  : 
My  Minny  wad  be  angry,  andlfae  wad  my  Daddy, 
Shou'd  I  marry  ane  as  dink  as  a  Lady. 
For  I  maun  bae  a  Wife  that  will  rife  in  the  Morning, 
Crudle  a'  the  Milk,  and  keep  the  Houfe  a  fcaulding, 
To  lie  with  her  Nibours,  and  learn  at  my  Minny, 
A  Norland  Jockj  maun  hae  a  Norland  Jimy* 

She. 
MyFather's  only  Daughter  and  twenty  thoufand  Pound 
Shall  never  be  beftow'd  on  fie  a  filly  Clown ; 
For  a'  that  I  faid  was  to  try  what  was  in  ye, 
Gaehame  ye  Norland  Jock,  and  court  your  Norland 
J^nny.  £. 

The 


(iP3) 

The  auld  yellow-half  d  Ladk* 

T'4  E  yellow-hair'd  Ladle  fat  down  on  yon  Brjei, 
Crys,  milk  the  Ews  Lafly,  let  nane  oi  them  gae  $ 
And  ay  me  milked,  and  ay  Ihe  fang, 
Ike  yellow-hair'd  Ladie/hall  be  my  Goodman, 
And  ayjhe  milked,  &c. 

The  Weather  is  cauld,  and  my  Claithing  Is  this  ; 
The  Ews  are  new  clipped,  they  winna  bught  ins 
They  winna  bught  in  tho'  I  fhou'd  die, 
O  yellow  hair'd  Ladie,  be  kind  to  me  : 
They  winna  bught  in,  &c. 

The  Goodwife  cries  butt  the  Houfe,  Jenny,  come  b  en, 
The  Cheefe  is  to  mak,  and  the  Butter's  to  kirn. 
Tho'  Butter  and  Cheefe,  and  a'  mould  four, 
rilcrack  and  kifs  \vi*  my  Love  ae  hafFHour ; 
It'saehaff  Hour,  and  we's  e'en  mak  it  three, 
For  the  yellow-hair'd  Laaie  my  Husband  ihail  be; 

z: 


SONG. 

To  the  Tune  of,  Booth's  Minmts 

FK\  Rf  Sweet  and  Young,  receive  a  Prize, 
Refevv'd  for  your  victorious  Eyes  : 
From  Crowds  whom  at  your  Feet  you  fee, 
Oh  I  pity,  and  diftinguifti  me. 

1  No 


C  *P4  ) 

No  Graces  can  your  Form  improve  ; 
But  all  are  loft  unlefs  you  love  .• 
If  that  dear  Paflion  you  disdain, 
Your  Charms  and  Beauty  are  in  vain. 


The  Generous  Gentleman. 

A  SANG,  to  the  Tune  of,  The  bony  Zafs  ofBrtnkfm., 

AS  I  came  in  by  Truiot  Side, 
And  by  the  Braes  of  Brank'fito, 
There  fir  ft  I  faw  ray  bony  Bride, 

Young,  fmiling,  fweetand  handfom  : 
Her  Skin  was  (after  than  the  Down, 

And  white  as  Alabafter  j 
Her  Hair  a  mining  wavy  Bfown; 
In  Straightnefs  naae  fwp&fk  her. 

Life  glow'd  upon  her  Lip  and  Cheek, 

Her  clear  Een  were  furprifing, 
And  beautifully  turn'd  her  Neck, 

Her  little  Breafts  juft  rifing : 
Nae  Silken  Hofe  with  Goofhets  fine, 

Or  Shoon  with  glancing  Laces, 
On  her  fair  Leg,  forbad  to  mine* 

Well  fhapen  native  Graces. 

Ae  little  Coat,  and  Bodice  white, 

Was  Sum  of  a'  her  Claithingj 
Even  thef e  o'er  mickle  j mair  Deiyte 

She'd  given  cled  wi'naithing  I 


Site 


(  *9S  ) 

She  IeanM  upon  a  flowry  Brae 

By  which  a  Burny  troted.j 
On  her  I  glow'd  my  Saul  away, 

While  on  her  Sweets  I  doated. 

A  thoufand  Beauties  of  Def  ert, 

Before  had  fcarce  alarm'd  me, 
'Till  this  dear  Artlefsftruck  my  Heart, 

Andbotdefigning,  charm'dme. 
Hurry'd  by  Love,  clofe  to  my  Breail 

I  grafp'd  this  Fund  of  Bliffes j 
vWha  fmil'd,  andfaid,  without  a  Prieft, 

Sir,  hope  for  nought  but  KuTes. 

I  had  nae  Heart  to  do  her  Harm, 

And  yet  I  coudna  want  her  > 
J\yhat  me  demanded,  flka  Charm 

Of  hers  pled,  I  fhould  grant  her. 
SinceHeavenhaddealttomea  Rowth," 

Straight  to  the  Kirk  I  led  her, 
There  plighted  her  my  Faith  and  TrowtIV 

And  a  young  Lady  made  her. 


The  happy  Clown. 

HOW  happy  is  the  Rural  Clown, 
Who,  far  remov'd from  Noife  of  Tow«* 
Contemns  the  Glory  of  a  Crown, 

And,  in  his  fafe  Retreat, 
Is  pleafed  with  his  low  Degree, 
Is  rich  in  decent  Poverty, 
From  Strife,  from  Care  and  Bus'nefs  free, 
At  once  baithgood  and  great  ? 


(  i55  ) 

No  Drums  diftucb  his  Morning  Sleep, 
He  fears  no  Danger  of  the  Deep, 
Nor  noify  Law,  nor  Courts  ne'er  heap 

Vexation  on  his  Mind  : 
No  Trumpets  rouze  him  to  the  War, 
No  Hopes  caikbribe,  no  Threats  can  dare  j 
From  State  I  ntrigues  he  holds  afar, 

And  liyeth  unconfin'd. 

Like  thofe  in  golden  Ages  born, 

He  labours  gently  to  adorn 

His  fmall  paternal  Fields  of  Corn, 

And  on  their  Produd  feeds: 
Each  Seafon  of  the  wheeling  Year  j 
I  nduftrious  he  improves  with  Care  ; 
And  ftill  fome  ripen'd  Fruits  appear. 

So  well  his  Toil  fucceeds. 

Now  by  a  Silver  Stream  he  lies, 
And  angles  with  his  Baits  and  Flies, 
And  next  the  Silvan  Scene  he  tries, 

His  Spirits  to  regale  : 
Now  from  the  Rock  or  Height  he  views 
His  fleecy  Flock,  or  teeming  Cows, 
Then  tunes  his  Reed,  or  tries  his  Mule, 

That  waits  his  honeftCall. 

Amidft  his  harmlefs  eafy  Joys, 

No  Care  his  Peace  of  Mind  deftroys, 

Nor  does  he  pafs  his  Time  in  Toys, 

Beneath  his  j uft  Regard  ; 
He's  fond  to  feel  the  Zephyr's  Breez, 
To  plant  and  fned  his  tender  Trees  j 
And  for  attending  well  his  Bees, 

Enjoys  the  iweet  Reward. 


The 


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Theflow'ry  Meads,  and"filentCoves> 
The  Scenes  of  faithful  rural  Loves* 
Aad  warbling  Birds  on  blooming  Groves* 

Afford  a  wifh'd  Delight  i 
But  O  !  how  pleafant  is  his  Life, 
Bleft  with  a  chafte  and  virtuous  W^ife, 
And  Children  pratling,  void  of  Strife, 

Around  his  Fire  at  Night !  X. 


Willy  was  a  wanton  Wag. 

T/ffll'  L  Y  was  a  wanton  Wag, 

**         The  blytheft  Lad  that  e'er  I  law, 

At  Bridals  ft  ill  he  bore  the  Brag, 

And  carried  ay  the  viree  awa* : 
His  Doublet  was  of  Zetland  Shag, 

And  wow  !  but  Willy  he  was  braw, 
And  at  his  Shouder  hang  a  Tag, 

That  pleas'd  the  Laflesb.j  tof  a*. 

He  was  a  M  an  without  a  Gag, 

His  Heart  was  frank  without  a  Flaw* 
And  ay  whatever  Willy  faid, 

It  was  flill  haden  as  a  Law. 
His  Boots  they  were  made  of  the  Jag, 

When  he  went  to  the  Weapon-Shaw*  \  . 

Upon  the  Green  nane  durft  him  brag, 

The  Feind  a  ane  amang  them  a\ 

And  was  not  Willy  well  worth  Gowd  ? 

He  wan  the  Love  of  Great  and  Sma*  5 
For  after  he  the  Bride  had  kifs'd, 

He.kifs'd  the  Lafles  hale-fale  a\ 

I  3  Sae 


(  ip8  ) 

Sae  merrily  round  the  Ring  they  row*d, 

When  be  the  Hand  he  led  them  a', 
And  Smack  on  Smack  on  them  beftow'dj  *t  \ 

By  Virtue  of  a  Handing  Law. 

And  was  na  Willy  a  great  Lotin, 

As  fhyre  a  Lick  as  e'er  was  feen  ? 
When  he  danc'd  with  the  LafTes  round, 

The  Bridegroom  fpeer'd  where  he  had  been,    rf 
Quoth  Willy,  I've  been  at  the  Ring, 

With  bobbing,  faith  my  Shanks  are  fair  $ 
Gae  ca'  your  Bride  and  Maidens  int 

Fox  Willy,  hedowdo  naemair. 

Then  reft  ye,  Willy*  1*11  gae  out, 

And  for  a  wee  fill  up  the  Ring  ; 
But,  Shame  light  on  hisfouple  Snour^ 

He  wanted  Willy's  wanton  Fling. 
Then  ftraight  he  to  the  Bride  did  fare, 

Says,  well's  me  on  your  bony  Face* 
With  bobbing  Willy's  Shanks  are  fair, 

And  I  am  come  to  fill  his  Place. 

Bridegroom,  fhefiys,  you'll  fpoil the  Da»ce^ 

And  at  the  Ring  you'll  ay  be  lag, 
Unlefs  like  Willy  ye  advance  , 

(O !  Willy  has  a  wanton  Leg) 
For  wi't  he  learns  us  a*  ta  freer, 

And  foremoft.ay  bears  up  the  Ring  £ 
We  will  find  aae  fick  dancing  here, 

X£  we  want  Willy's  wanton  fling. 

W.W, 


CleliaV 


(  199  ) 

C  l  E  l  i  A'y    Reflexions   on    her   felf  for 
flighting  Philander'*  Love. 

To  the  Turn?  of,  The  Gallant  Shde-maker. 

YOUNG  Philander  woo'd  melang, 
But  I  was  peevifh,  and  forbad  him, 
I  wadrra  tent  his  loving  Sang, 

But  now  I  wiflT,  I  wifh  I  had  him  : 

Ilk  Morning  when  I  view  my  Glafs, 

Then  I  perceive  my  Beauty  going ; 

And  when  the  Wrinkles  feize  the  Face, 

Then  we  may  bid  adieu  to  wooing. 

My  Beauty,  ancs  fae  much  admir'd, 

I  find  it  fading  faft,  and  flying; 
My  Cheeks,  which  Coral  like  appear'J, 

Grow  pale,  the  broken  Blood  decaying ; 
Ah !  we  may  fee  our  felves  to  be 

Like  Summer  Fruit  that  isunfhakerr, 
When  ripe,  they  foon  fall  down  and  die, 

And  by  Corruption  quickly  taken. 

Ufe  then  your  Time,  ye  Virgins  fair, 

Employ  your  Day  before  'tis  evil  > 
Fifteen  is  a  Seafon  rare, 

But  five  and  twenty  is  the  Devil. 
fuft  when  ripe,  confent  unto't, 

Hug  nae  mair  your  lanely  Pillow  j 
Women  are  like  other  Fruit, 

They  lofe  their  Relifhwhen  too  mellow* 

If  Opportunity  be  loft, 

You'll  find  it  hard  to  be  regained, 
Which  now  I  may  tell  to  my  Coft, 

Tho'  but  my  fell  nane  can  be  blamed .« 

I  4  If 


(  200  ) 
I£  the  A  your  Fortune  you  refpect, 

Take  the  Occafton  when  it  offers;  i 

Nor  a  true  Lover's  Suit  negled, 

Left  ye  be  fcofPd  for  being  Scoffers*' 

I,  by  his  fond  Expreflions,  thought 

That  in  his  Love  he'd  ne'er  prove  changing  j. 
But  now,  alas!   'tis  turn'd  to  nought, 

And,  pad  rny  Hope,  he's  gane  a  ranging, 
Dear  Maidens,  then  take  my  Advice, 

And  let  naCoynefs  prove  your  Ruin? 
for  if  ye  be  o'er  foolifh  nice, 

Your  Suitefs  will  give  over  wooing. 

Then  Maidens  auld  you  nam'd  will  be, 

And  in  that  fretfu'  Rank  be  number'ct 
jftslangasLifej  and  when  ye  die, 

With  leading  Ap«s  be  ever  cumber'd  i 
A  Puniihmenr,  and  hated  Brand, 

With  which  nane  of  us  are  contented  j    , 
Then  be  not  wife  behind  tho-Hand, 

That  the  Miflake  may  be  prevented. 


The  young  Ladies  Thanks,   to  the  repenting 
Virgin^  for  her  feafonable  Advice* 

O Virgin  kind !  we  canna  tell 
How  many  many  Thanks  we  owe  you» 
for  pointing  out  to  us  fae  well, 

Thefe  very  Rocks  that  did  o'erthrow  you  5 
And  we  your  Leffqn  fae  fhall  mind, 

That  e'en  tho'  a'our  Kin  had  fworc  h, 
E'er  we  fhall  be  an  Hour  behind, 
We'll  take  a  Year  or  twa  before  it, 

We'll 


(*0t   ) 

We'll  catch  all  Winds  b!aw  in  our  Sails. 

And  ftill  keep  out  our  Flag  and  Pinnet  -, 
If  young  Philander  anes  aflails 

To  ftorm  Loves  Fort,  then  he  (hall  win  it : 
We  may  indeed,  for  Modefty, 

Prefent  our  Forces  for  Refiftancej 
But  we  fhall  quickly  lay  them  by, 

And  contribute  to  his  Afliftance. 


The  Step-Daughter's  Relief. 
To  the  Tunc  of,  The  Kirk  zvad  let  me  be, 

I  Was  anes  a  well  tocher'd  Lafs, 
My  Mither  left  Dollars  to  me  j 
But  now  I  am  brought  to  a  poor  Pafs, 
My  Step-Dame  has  gait  them  flee. 
My  Father  he's  aften  frae  hame, 

And  {lie  plays  the  Deel  with  his  Gear, 
She  neither  has  Lateth  nor  Shame, 
And  keeps  the  hale  Houfe  in  a  Steer. 

She's  barmy  fac'd,  thriftlefs  and  bauld, 

And  gars  me  aft  fret  and  repine; 
While  hungry,  haff  naked  and  cauld, 

I  fee  her  deftroy  what's  mine  s 
But  Toon  I  might  hope  a  Revenge, 

And  foon  of  my  Sorrows  be  free, 
My  Poof  cith  to  Plenty  wad  change, 

If  (he  were  hung  up  on  a  Tree. 

I  5  Quoth 


C  10%  )' 

Quoth  Rmgari,  whalang  time  had  Wei 

This  bony  Lafs  tenderly, 
I'll  tak  thee,  fweet  May  in  thy  Snood<, 

Gif  thou  wilt  gaehame-with  me.. 
Tis  only  your  fell  that  I  want, 

Your  Kindnefs  is  better  to  me, 
Than  a'  that  your  Step-mother,  fcant 

Of  Grace,  now  has  taken  frae  thee. 

I'm  but  a  young  Farmer,  its  true, 

And  ye  are  the  Sprout  of  a  Laird  j 
But  I  have  Milk-Cattle  enow, 

And  Rowth  of  good  Rucks  in  my  Yards 
Ye  fall  have  naithing  to  falh  ye, 

Sax  Servants  fall  jouk  to  thee  : 
Then  kilt  up  thy  Coats,  my  Laflle, 

And  gang  thy  ways  name  with  me. 

The  maiden  her  Reafon  iniploy'd, 

Not  thinking  the  Offer  arnifs, 
Confentedj— —  while  Ring&n  o'erjo)  ikj 

Receiv'd  her  with  mony  a  Kifs, 
And  now  fhe  fits  blythly  fingan, 

And  joking  her  drunken  Step-dame, 
Delighted  with  her  dear  R'mgan, 

Tnat  makes  her  Good-wife  at  hame, 


Jeany,  where  has  thou  been. 

OJeany,  Jeany,  where  has  thou  been, 
Father  and  Mother  are  feeking  of  thee," 
1'e  have  been  ranting,  playing  the  Wanton, 
Keeping  of  Jocky  Company. 


(  *oj  ) 

O  Betty,  Vve  been  to  hear  the  Mill  cUcli* 

Getting  Meal  ground  fort  he  Tamilie, 
As  jaw  as  itga.de  lbrang  heme  the  Sackr 

For  the  Miller  has  taken  nae  Mowterfrae  me. 

Ha!  Jeany,  Jeany,  there's  Meal  on  your  Back, 

The  Miller's  a  wanton  Billy,  and  flee, 
Tho'Vtdualscomehame  again  hale,  what  reek, 

1  fear  he  has  taken  his  Mowter  off  thee. 
And  Betty,  yefpread  your  Linen  to  bleech, 

When  that  was  done,  zvhere  cou'dyou  be .? 
Ha!  Lafs,  Ifazv  ye  flip  down  the  Hedge, 

And  wanton  Willy  was  following  thee, 

Ay  Jeany,  Jeany,  ye  gade  to  the  Kirk; 

But  when  it  skail'd,  where  couUihou  be, 
Ye  came  naejiame  till  it  was  mirk, 

They  (ay  the  killing  Clerk  came  Wye, 
O  filly  LaiTie,  what  wilt  thou  do  ? 

If  thou  grow  great,  they'll  heez  thee  blpu 
Lock  to  your  (ell,  if  Jock  prove  true: 

The  Clerk  Creepies  will  keep  me  free. 


Y 


S    O    N    G. 

To  the  Tune,  Loft  time  1  came  o'er  th.Moor, 
E  blytheft  Ladsand  LafTesgay, 


Hear  what  my  Sang  difclofes 5 
As  I  ae  Morning  fleeping  lay, 

Upon  a  Bank  of  Rofes, 
Young  Jamie  whisking  o'er  the  Mead 

By  good-luck  chane'd  to  fpy  me 
He  took  his  Bonnet  aff  his  Head, 

And  iahly  fat  down  by  me/ 


r 

i 


^a?nie 


C  2<H  > 

Jmiie  tho*l  right  meilcle  priz'd, 

Yet  now  1  wadna  ken  him ; 
But  with  a  Frown  my  FacedifguiVd, 

Andftrave  away  to  fend  hims 
But  fondly  he  ftill  nearer  preft, 

And  by  my  Side  down  lying, 
Bis  beating  Heart  thumped  fae  fad, 

1  thought  the  Lad  was  dying. 

But  ftill  refolvingto  deny, 

An  angry  Paffion  feigning, 
|  aften  roughly  fhot  him  by, 

With  Words  full  ot  difdaining. 
Poor  Jamie  bawk'd,  nae  Favour  wins, 

Wentaff  machdifcontented^ 
But  I  in  truth  for  a*  my  Sins, 

Ne'er,  haf  fae  fair  repented,  X, 


$he  Cock  Laird* 

A  Cock  Laird  fou  cadgie, 
With  Jenny  did  meet,. 
He  haws'd  her,  he  kifs'd  her, 

And  ca'd  her  his  Sweet. 
Wilt  thou  gaealang 

Wi'me,  Jenny,  Jenny? 
Thou'fe  be  my  ain  Lemmane, 
Jo  Jenny,  quoth  he. 

If  I  gae  alang  w'ye, 

Ye  mauna  fail, 
To  feaft  me  with  Cadells 

Aad  good  Hacket-Kail, 

The 


The  DeePs  in  yam*  Nicety, 

Jenny,  quoth  he, 
May  na  Bannocks  of  Bear-meai 

Be  as  good  for  thee. 

And  I  maun  hae  Pinners 

With  Perlings  fet  round; 
A  Skirt  of  Puddy, 

And  a  Waftcoatof  brown, 
Awa  with  fie  Vanities, 

Jenny t  quoth  he, 
For  Kurchies  and  Kjrtles 

Are  fitter  for  thee. 

My  Laird fhip  can  yield  me 

As  meikle  a  Year, 
/shad  us  in  Pottage 

And  good  knockft  Beer  t 
But  having  nae  Tenants, 

O  Jenny,  Jenny, 
To  buy  ought  I  ne'er  have 

A  Penny,  quoth  he. 

The  Borowftoun  Merchants 

Will  fell  ye  on  Tick, 
For  we  maun  hae  braw  things, 

Abeit  they  foud  break* 
Whenbroken,  frae  Care 

The  Fools  are  fet  free, 
When  we  make  them  Lairds 

In  the  Abbey,  quoth  Oae. 


n* 


(106  ) 

The  Svger  Laddie, 


MY  Soger  Laddie 
IsovertheSea*. 
And  he  will  bring  Gold 

And  Money  to  me  5 
And  when  he  comes  hame, 

He'll  make  me  a  Lady 
My  Blefiing  gang  with 

My  Soger  Laddie. . 

My  doughty  Laddie 

Is  handfome  and  brave, 
And  can  as  a  Soger 

And  Lover  behave*. 
True  to  his  Country, 

To  Love  he  is  fteadyy 
There's  few  to  compare 

With  my  Soger  Laddie,: 

Shield  him  ye  Angels 

Frae  Death  in  Alarms* 
Return  him  with  Laurels? 

To  my  langing  Arms. 
Syne  frae  all  nay  Care 

Ye'll  pleafantly  free  me, 
When  back  to  my  Wifhes 

My  Soger  ye  gie  me* 

Ofoon  may  his  Honours . 

Bloom  fair  on  his  Brow, 
As-quickly  they  muft. 

11  he  get  his  due : 


Fojf 


(  107  > 

For  in  noble  A&ions 

His  Courage  is  ready,' 
Which  makes  me  delight 

In  my  Soger  Laddie. 


The  Archers  March. 

SO  U  N  D,  found  the  Mufick,  found  it,,. 
Let  Hills  and  Dales  rebound  it, 
Let  Hills  and  Dales  rebound  it, 
In  Praife  of  Archery  s 
Its  Origin  divine  is, 
The  Practice  brave  and  fine  ist. 
Which  generoufly  inclines  us 

To  guard  our  Liberty. 

Art  by  the  Gods  imployed, 
J3y  which  Heroes  enjoyed, 
JBy  which  Heroes  enjoyed 

The  Wreaths  of  Vi&oryl 
The  Deity  of  Parnajfus, 
The  God  of  foft  Careffes, 
Chafte  Cynthia  and  her  Lafles, 

Delight  in  Archery. 

See,  fee  yon  Row  extended ! 
'Tis  Jove  himfelf  that  bends  ir> 
sTis  Jove  himfelf  that  bends  it, 

O'er  Cloud  son  high  it  glowSj 
All  Nations,  Turks  and  Panhians., 
The  Tartan  and  the  Scythians, 
The  Arabs,  Moors  and  Indians, 

With  Bravery  draw  their  Bows* 

Out 


(  zot) 

Our  own  true  Records  tell  us, 

That  none  cou'd  e'er  excel  us,  * 

That  none  cou'd  e'er  excel  us, 

In  martial  Archery  t 
With  Shafts  our  Sires  engaging* 
Oppos'd  the  Romans  raging, 
Defeat  the  fierce  Norwegian, 

And  f pared  few  Danes  to  fieei 

Witnefs  Largs  and  Loncartk, 
Dunkel  and  Aberhmny, 
Dunkel  and  Aberlemny, 

Rojline  and  Bannockbttm, 

The 


£args,  where  the  Norwegians  headed  by  their  valiant 
King  Haco,  were  mA?mo  1263,  totally  defeat  by  Alex- 
ander III.  King  of  Scots -j  the  heroick  Alexander,  Great 
Steward  of  Scotland  commanded  the  right  Wing. 

Loncartk,  near  Perth,  where  KingKenneth  III.  ob- 
tained the  Victory  over  the  Danes,  which  was  princiV 
pally  owing  to  the  Valour  and  Resolution  of  the  firrt 
brave  Hay,  and  his  two  Sons. 

Dunkel,  here,  and  in  Kyle,and  on  the  Banks  of  21ay>our 
great  King  Corbredus  Gtddus  in  three  Battles  overthrew 
^eoooRomans  in  the  Reign  of  the  Emperor  Domman. 

Aberlemny,  four  Miles  from  Brechin,  where  King 
Malcolm  II.  obtained  a  glorious  Victory  over  the  united 
Armies  of  Danes,  Norwegians  and  Cumbrians ,&c.  com- 
manded by  SuenoKing  of  Denmark,  and  his  warlike 
Son  Prince  Canute. 

Rojline,  within  five  Miles  South  of  Edinburgh,  where 
xoooo  Scots,  led  by  Sir  John  Cumin  and  Sir  Simon  Frax.tr, 
defeat  in  three  Battles  in  one  Day  50000  of  their  Ene- 
mies, Anno  1303. 

TheBattlesiot  Bannockburn  and  Chiviot,  &c.  are  fo 
Well  known,  that  tbey  requite  no  Notes. 


(  zoo  > 

The  Chiviots  all  the  Border, 

Where  Bowmen  in  brave  Order, 
Told  Enemies,  it  furder 

They  mov'd,  they'd  ne'er  return* 

Sound,  found  the  Mufick,  found  it, 
Let  Hills  a  no*  Dales  rebound  it, 
Let  Hills  and  Dalesrebound  it, 

InPraifeof  Archery, 
Us'd  as  a  Game  it  pleafes. 
The  Mind  to  joy  it  raifes, 
And  throws  off  all  Difeafes 

Of  lazy  Luxury. 

Now,  now  our  Care  beguiling, 
When  all  the  Year  looks  imiling,. 
When  all  the  year  looks  fmiiing, 

With  healthful  Harmony  t 
The  Sun  in  Glory  glowing, 
With  Morning  Dew  bellowing, 
Sweet  Fragrance,  Life,  and  Growings, 

To  Flowers  and  every  Tree. 

'Tis  now  the  Archers  royal, 
An  hearty  Band  and  loyal, 
An  hearty  Band  and  loyal, 

That  in  j  uft  Thoughts  agree, 
Appear  in  antient  Bravery, 
Defpifing  all  bale  Knavery, 
Which  tends  to  bring  in  Slavery, 

Souls  worthy  to  live  free. 

Sound,  found  the  Mufick,  found  it, 
Fill  up  the  Glafs  and  round  wi't, 
Fill  up  the  Glafs  and  round  wi't, 

Health  and  Pro/peritys  T'etur 


(   2KT  } 

T' our  great  Chief  and  Officers, 
T'our  President  and  Counfellors  : 
To  all  who  like  their  brave  Forbears*, 
Delight  in  Archery  .. 


An  ODE  to  Mr.  F 


Solvit ur  acrts  hiems,  — — «n»  -H  O  R. 


NO  W  Gowansfprout  and  Lavrocks flng, 
And  welcome  Weft-winds  warm  the  Spring* 
O'er  Hill  and  Dale  they  faftly  blaw. 
And  drive  the  Winter's  Cauld  awa!. 
The  Ships  Jang  gyzen'd  at  the  Peer, 
Now  fpread  their  Sails  and  fmoothly  fleer. 
The  Nags  and  Nowt  hate  wifen'd  Strae, 
And  frisking  to  the  Fields  they  gae  j 
Nor  Hynds  wi'  Etfbn  and  Hemp  Lingle, 
Sit  foiling  Shoon  out  o'er  the  Ingle. 
Now  bonny  Haughs  their  Verdure  boaftj 
That  late  were  clade  wi'  Snow  and  Froft;  - ",] 

With  her  gay  Train  the  Paph.ian  v^iieen 
By  Moon-light  dances  on  the  Green ; 
She  leads,  while  Nymphs  and  Graces  fing, 
And  trip  around  the  Fairy  Ring. 
Mean  time  poor  Vulcan  hard  at  Thrift, 
Gets  mony  a  fair  and  heavy  Lift. 
"Whilft  rinnen  down,  his  naff  blind  Lads 
Blaw  up  the  Fire,  and  thump  the  Goads. 

Now  leave  your  Fitted  on  the  Dew^ 
And  busk  yeYfell  in  Habit  new  s . 

Be- 


C  in  ) 

Be  gratefh*  to  the  guiding  Powers, 
And  blythly  fpend  your  eafy  Hours. 
O  canny  F  ,.  tutor  Tirne, 

And  Uveas  lang'sye'r  inyoufPrimei 
That  ill-bred  Death  has  nae/egard 
To  King  or  Cottar,  or  a  Laird: 
As  foon  a  Caftle  he'll  attack/ 
As  Wawsof  Divots  rooPd  wl'Thack. 
Immediately  we'll  a'  take  Flight 
Into  the  mirk  Realms  of  Night, 
As  Stories  gang,  with  Gaifts  to  roam, 
In  glowmie  Pluto's  gowfty  Dome  j 
Bid  fair  Good-day  to  Plea'fure  fyrie 
Of  bonny  LafTesand  red  Wine. 

Then  deem  Ilk  little  Gare  a  Crime, . 
Dares  wafte  an  Hour  of  preciousTimej 
And  fince  our  Life's  fae  unco  fhott, 
Enjoy  ita%  ye've  nae  naair  for't. 


A  CtU 


( ill ) 


A  ColleElion  of  Celebrated 
SONG  S. 

SONG    r. 


A  Nymph  of  the  Plain, 
By  a  jolly  young  Swain, 
By  a  jolly  young  Swain, 
Was  addref  s'd  to  be  kind  : 
But  relentlefs  I  find 
To  his  Prayers  fhe  appear'd, 
Tho'  himfelf  he  endear'd, 
In  a  Manner  £b  fott,  fo  engaging  and  fweef , 
As  foon  might  perfwade  her  his  Pafiion  to  meet, 

How  much  he  ador'd  her, 

How  ojt  he  implor'd  her, 

How  oft  he  implor'd  her 

1  cannot  exprefs; 

But  he  lov'd  to  Excefs, 

And  fwore  he  would  die, 

If  fhe  would  not  comply, 
In  a  Manner  fo  fott,  fb  engaging  and  fweet, 
Asfoon  might  perfuade  her  his  Paulon  to  meet. 

While 


(   2IJ) 

While  BluflieslikeRofes, 

Which  Nature  compof  es, 

Which  Nature  compofes, 

Vermilion'd  her  Face, 

With  an  Ardure  and  6race, 

Which  her  Lover  improv'd, 

When  he  found  he  had  mov'd, 
In  a  Manner  fo  foft,  fo  engaging  and  fweet, 
As  foon  might  perfuade  her  his  Paffion  to  meet* 

When  wak'd  from  the  Joy, 

Which  their  Souls  did  employ, 

Which  t  heir  Souls  did  employ^ 

From  her  ruby  warm  Lips, 

Thouf  and  Odours  he  fips, 

At  the  Sight  of  her  Eyes 

He  faints  and  he  dies, 
In  a  Manner  fo  foft,  fo  engaging  and  fweet, 
As  foon  might  perfuade  her  his  Paffion  to  meet 

,    But  how  they  mail  part, 

Now  becomes  all  the  Smart, 

Now  becomes  all  the  Smart, 

'  Till  he  vow'd  to  his  Fair, 

That  to  eafe  his  own  Care, 

He  would  meet  her  again. 

And  'till  then  be  in  Pain, 
In  a  Manner  fo  foft,  fo  engaging  and  Tweets 
As  foon  might  perfuade  her  his  Paffion  to  meetJ 


SONG 


(  "4  ) 
SONG    II. 

SEND  home  my  long  ftray'd  Eyes  to  me, 
Which  ah  !  too  long  have  dwelt  on  thee  j 
But  if  from  thee  they've  learn'd  fuch  111, 
Tofweetly  fmile. 
And  then  beguile, 
&eep  the  Deceivers,  keep  them  ftill. 

Send  home  my  harmless  Heart  again, 
Which  no  unworthy  Thought  could  ftain  > 
But  if  it  has  been  taught  by  thine, 

To  forfeit  both 

Its  Word  and  Oath, 
ICeep  it,  for  then  'tis  none  of  mine. 

Yet  fend  me  home  my  Heart  and  Eyes, 
That  I  may  fee  and  know  thy  Lyes, 
And  laugh  one  Day  perhaps  when  thoa 

Shalt  grieve  for  one 

Thy  Love  will  fcorn, 
And  prove  as  falfe  as  thou  art  nowi 


SONG    III. 

WH  I  L  S  T  I  fondly  view  the  Charmer, 
Thus  the  God  of  Love  I  fue, 
Gentle  Cupid,  pray  difarm  her, 
Cupid,  if  you  love  me,  do: 
Of  a  thoufand  Sweets  bereave  her, 

Rob  her  Neck,  her  Lips  and  Eyes, 
The  Remainder  ftill  will  leave  her 
Power  enough  to  tyrannize. 

Shape 


i  sij  ) 

Shape  and  Feature,  Flame  and  Paflion, 

Still  in  every  Bread  will  move, 
More  is  Supererogation, 

Meer  Idolatry  of  Love  : 
You  may  drefs  a  World  of  Chhts 

In  the  Beauties  (he  canfpare  i 
Hear  him,  Cupid,  who  no  Foe  is 

To  your  Altars,  or  the  Fair. 

Foolifh  Mortal,  pray  be  eafy, 

Angry  Cupid  made  reply, 
Do  Tlorella's  Charm&difpleafe  you  ? 

Die  then,  foolifh  Mortal,  dies 
Fancy  not  that  I'll  deprive  her 

Of  the  captivating  Store  ; 
Shepherd,  no,  I'll  rather  give  he'r 

Twenty  thoufand  Beauties  more. 

Were  TlorelU  proud  and  four, 

Apt  to  mocka  Lover's  Care  j 
Jkiftly  then  you'd  pray  that  Power 

Shou'd  be  taken  from  the  Fair : 
But  tbo*  I  fpread  a  Blemifh  o'er  her, 

No  Relief  in  that  you'll  find i 
Still,  fond  Shepherd,  you'll  adore  her, 

For  the  Beauties  of  her  Mind, 


SONG    IV. 

TEN  Years,  like  Troy,  my  ftubborn  Heart 
Withftood  th' AfTauIt  of  fbndDefirei 
Cut  now,  alas!  I  feel  a  Smart, 
Poor  I,  likely  oy,  am  let  ©a  fire. 

With 


I 


(  H6  ) 

With  Care  we  may  a  Pile  fecure, 
And  from  all  common  Sparksdefend  s 

But  oh !  who  can  a  Houfe  fecure^ 
When  the  celeftial  Flames  defcend. 

Thus  was  Iiafe,  'tillfram  your  Eyes 
Deftruftive  Fires  are  brightly  given: 

Ah !  who  can  fhun  the  warm  Surprife, 

When  lol  the  Light'ning  comes  from  Heaven,1 


SONG    V. 

WHILST  I  gaze  on  Chloe  trembling, 
Strait  her  Eyes  my  Fate  declare  * 
When  fhe  (miles,  I  feardiflTemblingj 
When  me  frowns,  I  then  defpair. 
Jealous  of  fome  Rival  Lover, 

It  a  wandring  Look  fhe  give : 
Fain  I  would  refolve  to  leave fier, 
But  can  fooner  ceafe  to  liye. 

Why  mould  I  conceal  my  Paflion, 

Or  the  Torments  I  endure  ? 
Iwilldilclofe  my  Inclinations 

Awful  Diftance  yield  s  no  Cure. 
Sure  it  is  not  in.  her  Nature, 

To  be  cruel  to  her  Slave  5 
She  is  too  divine  a  Creature 

To  deftroy  what  Ihe  can  fave. 

Happy's  he  whofe  Inclination 

Warms  but  with  a  gentle  Heat*. 
Never  mounts  to  raging  Paflion, 

LoveVa  Torment,  if  too  great. 

When 


(  «7  ) 

^hen  the  Storm  is  once  blown  over. 
Soon  the  Ocean  quiet  grows  i 

But  a  conftant  faithful  Lover 
Seldom  meets  with  true  Repofe^ 


S    O    N    G    VI. 

MY  Days  have  been  fo  woncTrous  free; 
The  little  Birds  that  fly, 
,Wkh  carelefs  Eaf  e,  from  Tree  to  Tree, 
Were  but  as  bleft  as  I. 

Ask  gliding  Waters,  if  >  Tear 
Of  mine  increased  their  Stream  j 

Or  ask  the  flying  Gales,  if  e'er 
I  lent  a  Sigh  to  them. 

But  now  my  former  Days  retire; 

And  I'm  by  Beauty  caught : 
The  tender  Chains  of  fweet  Defire 

Are  fix'd  upon  my  Thought, 

An  eager  Hope  within  my  Bread 

Does  every  Doubt  controul ; 
And  lovely  Nancy  (lands  confeft 

The  Favourite  of  my  Soul. 

Ye  Nightingales,  ye  twifting Pines; 

Ye  Swains  that  haunt  the  Grove, 
Ye  gentle  Ecchoes,  breezy  Winds, 

Ye  clofe  Retreats  of  Love. 

With  all  of  Nature,  all  of  Art. 
Adlft  the  dear  Defign, 

K 


O  teach  a  young  unpraGis'd  Heart, 
To  make  her  ever  mine. 

The  very  Thought  of  Change  I  hate, 

As  much  as  of  Defpair, 
And  hardly  covet  to  be  great, 

Unlefsitbefor  her. 
'Tis  true,  the  Paffion  in  my  Mind 

Is  mixt  with  foft  Diftrefs ; 
Yet  while  the  Fair  1  love  is  kind, 

I  cannot  wifhitlefs. 


SONG    VIL 

ALL  in  the  Downs  the  Fleet  was  tnoor'd, 
The  Streamers  waving  in  the  Wind, 
When  black-eyed  Sufan  came  on  board; 
Oh!  where  (hall  I  my  true  Love  find  > 
Tell  me,  ye  jovial  Sailors,  tell  me  true, 
If  my  fweet  William  (ails  among  the  Crew. 

William,  who  high  upon  the  Yard, 

Rock'd  with  the  Billows  to  and  fro  j 

Soon  as  her  well-known  Voice  he  heard, 

He  figh'd  and  caft  his  Eyes  below  : 

The  Cord  Aides  fwiftly  thro'  his  glowing  Hands, 

And  quick  as  Lightning  on  the  Deck  he  ftands. 

So  the  fweet  Lark,  highpois'd  in  Air, 
Shuts  clofe  his  Pinions  to  his  Breaft, 
(If  chance  his  Mate's  mrill  Voice  he  hear) 
And  drops  at  once  into  her  Neft  : 
The  nobleft  Captain  in  the  Britijh  Fleet 
Might  envy  William's  Lips  thofe  KhTes  fweet. 


(  2IP  ) 

OSufan,  Suftm,  lovely  Dear! 

My  Vows  fhail  ever  true  remain, 
Let  me  kifs  ofF  that  falling  Tear, 
We  only  Part  to  meet  again  : 
Change  as  ye  lift,  ye  Winds,  my  Heart  fhall  be 
The  faithful  Compafs  that  ftill  points  at  thee. 

Believe  not  what  the  Landmen  fay, 

Who  tempt  with  Doubts  thy  conftant  Mind  $ 
They'll  tell,  the  Sailors  when  away, 
In  every  Port  a  Miftrefs  find  : 
Yes,  yes,  believe  them  when  they  tell  thee  fo/ 
For  thou  art  prefent  wherefoe'erj  go. 

If  to  fair  India's  Coaft  we  fail, 

Thy  Eyes  are  feen  in  Diamonds  bright, 
Thy  breath  is  A/rick's  fpicy  Gale, 
Thy  Skin  is  Ivory  fo  white  j 
Thus  every  beauteous  Object  that  I  view, 
Makes  in  my  Soulfome  Charms  of  lovely  Sut* 

Tho'  Battles  call  me  from  thy  Arms, 

Let  not  my  prefty  s  ft  fan  mourn  j 
Tho'  Cannons  roar,    yet  fafe  from  Harms 
William  mail  to  his  Dear  return  : 
Love  turns  afide  the  Balls  that  round  me  fly, 
Left  precious  Tears  mould  drop  iroaxSufaa's  Eye? 

The  Boatfwain  gave  the  dreadful  Word, 

The  Sails  their  fwelling  Bofom  fpread, 
Nolonger  muft  fheftay  aboard} 

They  kifs'd  }  fhe  figh'd  ;  he  hung  his  Head ; 
Her  leifening  Boat  unwilling  rows  to  Land, 
Adieu,  fhecrys,  and  vvav'd  her  lilly  Hand. 

K.  i  SONG 


(  Z1Q  ) 

SONG    VIII. 

SW  E  E  T  are  the  Charms  of  her  I  love, 
More  fragrant  than  the  damask  Rofe, 
Soft  as  the  Down  of  Turtle  Dove, 
Gentle  as  Winds  when  Zephyr  blows, 
Refrefhing,  asdefcending  Rains 
To  fun-burnt  Climes,  and  thirfty  Plains. 

Trueas  the  Needle  to  the  Pole, 

Or  as  the  Dial  to  the  Sun, 
Conftantas  gliding  Waters  roll, 

Whofe  {welling  Tides  obey  the  Moon; 
From  every  other  Charmer  free, 
My  Life  and  Love  fhall  follow  thee. 

The  Lamb  the  flow'ry  Thyme  devours, 

The  Dam  the  tender  Kid  purfues, 
Sweet  Philomel,  in  fhady  Bowers 

Of  verdant  Spring,  her  Note  renews,- 
AH  follow  what  they  nioft  admire, 
As  I  purfue  my  Soul's  Defire. 

Hature  mud  change  her  beauteous  Face, 

And  vary  as  the  Seafons  rife  ; 
As  Winter  to  the  Spring  gives  place, 
Summer  th'  Approach  of  Autumn  flies  j 
No  Change  on  Love  the  Seafons  bring, 
Love  only  knows  perpetual  Spring. 

Devouring  Time,  withftealing  Pace, 
Makes  lofty  Oaks  and  Cedars  bow  5 
And  Marble  Towers  and  Walls  of  Brafs 
In  his  rude  March  he  levels  low: 
But  Time,  deftroyingfar  and  wide, 
Lv/i       from  the  Soul  can  ne'er  divide;  Death 


i   2.21    ) 

Death  only  with  his  cruel  Dart 

The  gentle  Godhead  can  remove, 
And  drive  him  from  the  bleeding  Heart, 
To  mingle  with  the  bleft  above , 
Where  known  to  all  his  Kindred  Train, 
He  finds  a  lading  Reft  from  Pain. 

Love  and  his  Sifter  fair,  the  Soul, 

Twin- born  from  Heaven  together  came 
Love  will  the  Univerfe  controul, 

When  dying  Seafons  lofe  their  Name  j 
Divine  Abodes  fhall  own  his  Power, 
When  Time  and  Death  fhall  be  no  more. 


SONG    IX. 


FA  I  R  Iris  and  her  Swain 
Were  in  a  fhady  Bower, 
Where  Thirfis  long  in  vain 

Had  fought  the  happy  Hour } 
At  length  his  Hand  advancing 

Upon  her  fnowy  Breaft, 
Hefaid,  O!  kifs  me  longer, 

Longer  yet  and  longer, 
if  you  would  make  me  bleft. 

I   K   I   t. 

Aneafy  yielding  Maid 
By  trufting  is  undone, 

Our  Sex  is  oft  betray 'd 
By  granting  Love  too  foon } 

If  you  defire  to  gain  me, 


(  1«  ) 

Your  Sufferings  to  redrefs, 
Prepare  to  love  me  longer* 

Longer  yet  and  longer, 
Before  you  {hall  poffefs. 

T  h  i  b.  s  I  s. 
The  little  Care  you  mow 

Of  all  my  Sorrows  paft, 
Makes  Death  appear  too  flow* 

And  Life  too  long  to  laft  $ 
Oh  Ins !  kifs  me  kindly, 

In  pity  of  my  Fate, 
Fair  Iris,  kifs  me  kindly, 

Kindly  ftill  and  kindly, 
Before  it  be  too  iate. 

his. 
You  fondly  court  your  Blifs, 

And  no  Advances  make, 
3Tis  not  for  Maids  to  kifs, 

But  'tis  for  Men  to  take  : 
So  you  may  kifs  me  kindly* 

And  I  will  not  rebel, 
Tbirfis  may  kifs  me  kindly,. 

Kindly  ftill  and  kindly  3 
But  never  kifs  and  tell. 

Alternative 
And  may  I  kifs  you  kindly  ? 

Yes  you  may  kifs  me  kindly. 
And  kindly  ftill  and  kindly? 

And  kindly  Hill  and  kindly* 
And  will  you  not  rebel } 

And  I  will  not  rebel. 
Then,  Love,  I'll  kifs  thee  kindly, 

Kindly  ftill  and  kindly  5 
Butnever  kifs  and  tell. 


SONG 


(  "5  ) 
SONG    X. 

AH!  bright  Belinda,  hither  fly, 
And  fuch  a  Light  difcover, 
A*  may  the  abfent  fun  fupply, 
Andchear  the  drooping  Lover. 

Arife,  my  Day,  withfpeed  arife, 
And  all  my  Sorrows  baniflr : 

Before  the  Sun  of  thy  bright  Eyes, 
All  gloomy  Terrors  vanifh. 

No  longer  let  me  figh  in  vain, 
And  curfe  the  hoarded  Treafure  ; 

Why  mould  you  love  to  give  us  Pain, 
When  you  were  made  for  Pleafure  ? 

The  petty  Powers  of  Hell  deftroy; 

To  fave  's  the  Pride  of  Heaven: 
To  you  the  firft,  if  you  prove  coy  5 

If  kindj  thelaftis  given. 

The  Choice  then  Aire's  not  hard  to  make. 

Betwixt  a  Good  and  Evil : 
Which  Title  had  you  rather  take, 

My  Goddefs,  or,  my  Devil  I 


SONG    XI. 

FI E !  Liza,  fcorn  the  little  Arts, 
Which  meaner  Beauties  ufe, 
Who  think  they  ne'er  fecure  our  Heart*,' 
Unlefs  they  ftillref  ufe: 

K-  4  Are 


(  "4  ) 

Are  coy  and  fhy ;  will  feem  to  frown 
To  raife  our  Paflion  higher  ; 

But  when  the  poor  Delight  is  known; 
It  quickly  palls  Defire. 

Come,  let's  not  trifle  Time  away,1 

Or  ftop  you  know  not  why  ; 
Tour  Blufhes  and  your  Eyes  betray 

What  Death  you  mean  to  die  ! 
Let  all  your  Maiden-Fears  be  gone, 

And  Love  no  more  be  croft  : 
Ah!  Liza,  when  the  Joys  areknowni 

You'll  curfe  the  Minutes  pad. 


SONG    XII. 


BE  wary,  my  Celia,  when  Celadon  fues, 
Thefe  Wits  are  the  Bane  of  your  Charms : 
Beauty,  play'd  againft  Reafon,  will  certainly  lofe, 
Warring  naked  with  Robbers  in  Arms, 

Youftg  Damon  defpis'd  for  his  Plainnefs  of  Parts, 
Has  Worth  that  a  Woman  mould  prize; 

He'll  run  the  Race  out,  tho5  he  heavily  ftarts, 
And  diftance  the  Ihort-winded  Wife* 

your  Tool  is  a  Saint  in  the  Temple  of  Love, 

And  kneels  all  his  Life  there  to  pray  j 
^Your  Wit  but  looks  in,  and  makes  hafte  to  remove, 

jTis  a  Stage  he  but  takes  in  his  way. 

SONG 


SONG    XIII. 

STELLA  and  Flavia  every  Hour, 
Do  various  Hearts  furprize; 
In  Stella's  Soul  lies  all  her  Power, 
And  Flavians  in  her  Eyes. 

More  boundlefs  Flavia's  Conquers  are,' 
And  Stella'smove  confin'd-: 

All  can  difcern  a  Face  that's  fair, 
But  few  a  lovely  Mind. 

Stella,  like  Britain's  Monarch,  reigns 

O'er  cultivated  Lands } 
Like  Eaftern  Tyrants,  Flavia  deigns 

To  rule  o'er  barren  Sands. 

Thenboaft,  hit  Flavia,  boaftthyFace^ 

Thy  Beauty's  only  Store  : 
Thy  Charms  will  every  Day  decreafe* 

Each  Day  gives  Stella  more. 


SONG    XIV. 

4 

OF  all  the  Girls  that  are  fo fmart, 
There's  none  like  pretty  Sallys 
She  is  the  Darling  of  my  Heart, 

And  (he  lives  in  our  Alley  : 
There  is  no  Lady  in  the  Land 

Is  half  fofweetasStffya 
She  is  the  Darling  of  my  Heart? 
And  Dae  lives  ifl  our  Alley.  :   \ 

K  5  He« 


Her  Father  he  makes  Cabbage-Nets, 

And  thro'  the  Streets  does  cry  'efflj 
Her  Mother  fhe  fells  Laces  long, 

To  (uch  as  pleafe  to  buy  'em  : 
But  fine  fuch  Folks  cou'd  ne'er  begef 

So  fweet  a  Girl  asSally  $ 
She  is  the  Darling  of  my  Heart, 

And  fhe  lives  in  our  Alley. 

When  fhe  Is  by,  I  leave  my  Work, 

I  love  her  fo  fincerely  $ 
My  Matter  comes  like  any  Turk, 

And  bangs  me  moft  feverely  : 
But  let  him  bang  his  Belly  full, 

I'll  bear  it  all  for  Sally, 
She  is  the  Darling  of  my  Heart, 

And  fhe  lives  m  our  Alley, 

Of  al!  the  Days  are  in  the  Week, 

I  dearly  love  but  one  Day, 
And  that's  the  Day  that  comes  betwixt 

The  Saturday  and  Monday  j 
Jor  then  I'm  dreft  all  in  my  beft, 

To  walk  abroad  with  Sally  j 
She  is  the  Darling  of  my  Heart, 

And  fhe  lives  in  our  Alley. 

Ivly  Matter  carries  me  to  Church," 

And  often  am  I   blamed, 
Becaufe  I  leave  him  in  the  Lurch,' 

Asfoon  as  Text  is  named; 
I  leave  the  Church  in  Sermon-Time, 

And  flink  away  with  Sally  \ 
She  is  the  Darling  of  my  Heart, 

And  fhe  lives  in  our  Alley.  5?hen 


'«  "7  ) 

When  Chrlftmas  comes  about  again, 

O  !  then  I  (hall have  Money.}. 
1*11  hoard  it  up,  and  box  it  all, 

And  give  it  to  my  Honey  : 
And  wou'd  it  were  ten  thoufand  Pound, 

I'll  give  it  all  to  &»Z/y  j 
She  is  the  Darling  of  my  Heart, 

And  fhe  lives  in  our  Alley. 

My  Matter  and  the  Neighbours  all 

Make  @ame  of  me  a nd  Sally, 
And  (but  for  her)  Fd  better  be 

A  Slave,  and  row  a  Galley; 
But  when  my  feven  long  Years  are  out," 

G!  then  I'll  marry  Sally, 
O!  then  we'll  wed,  and  then  we'll  bed, 

But  not  in  our  Alley. 


SONG    XV. 

WOULD  you   have  a  young  Virgin  of  fifteen 
Years, 

You  muft  tickle  her  Fancy  with  Sweets  and  Dears, 
Ever  toying  and  playing,  and  fweetly  fweetly 
Sing  a  Love-Sonnet,  and  charm  her  Earsj , 
Wittily  prettily  talk  her  down, 
Chafe  her,  and  praife  her,  if  fair  or  brown  5  s 
Sooth  her  and  fmooth  her, 
And  teaze  her  and  pleafe  her, 
And  touch  but  her  Smicket,  and  all's  your  own; 

Bo  you  fancy  a  Widow,  well  known  in  Man, 
WithaFrontof  Afiurance  come  boldly  on  j 
Be  at  her  each  Moment,  and  briskly  briskly 
But  her  in  mind,  how  her  Tinie  fteals  on  -3 

Rattle 


(  n8> 

Rattle  and  prattle  altho' fhe  frown," 
Roufeherandtoufeher  from  Morn  toNoonJ 
And  mew  her  iome  Hour 
You'll  a nfwer  her  Dower, 
A  nd  get  but  her  Writings,  and  all'syour  own. 
Do  you  fancy  a  Punk  of  a  Humour  free, 
That's  kept  by  a  Fumbler  of  Quality, 
Vou  muft  rail  at  her  Keeper,  and  tell  her  tell  her, 
That  Pleafure'sbeft  Charm  is  Variety  ; 
Swear  her  much  fairer  than  all  the  Town, 
Try  her  and  ply  her  when  Cully's  gone, 
Dog  her  and  jog  her, 
And  meet  her  and  treat  her, 
And  kifs  with  a  Guinea,  and  all's  your  own. 

SONG    XVI. 

S  h  e. 

AH  Love  !  if  a  God  thou  wilt  be, 
Do  Juftice  in  favour  of  me. 
For  yonder  approaching  I  fee, 

A  Man  with  a  Beard, 

Who,  as  I  have  heard,    - 

Has  often  undone 

Poor  Maids  that  have  none, 

■With  fighing  and  toying, 

And  crying  and  lying, 
And  iuch  kind  of  Foolery. 

Hi. 
Fair  Maid,  by  your  Leave, 
My  Heart  does  receive 
Strange  PJeamre  to  meet  you  here  j 

Pray  tremble  not  fo, 

Nor  offer  to  go, 
I'll  do  you  no  haim  I  fwear, 
I'll  do  you  no  harm  I  fwear.  She'. 


{119  ) 

She. 

My  Mother  is  fpinning  at  home; 
My  Father  works  hard  at  the  £oom, 
And  we  are  a  milking  come; 

Their  Dinner  they  want  5 

Then  pray  ye,  Sir,  don't 

Make  more  ado  on't, 

Nor  give  us  Affront; 

We're  none  of  the  Town 

Will  lie  down  for  a  Crown; 
Then  away.  Sir,  and  give  us  room. 

He, 
By  Phoebus  and  Jove, 
By  Honour  and  Love, 
I'll  do  thee  dear  Sweet  no  harm  i 
.    u  Ye're  as  frefh  as  a  Rofe, 

I  want  one  of  thofe ; 
Ah !  how  fuch  a  Wife  wou'd  charm; 
Ah  how  fuch  a  Wife  weu'd  charm  / 

She. 
And  can  you  then  like  the  old  Rule^ 
Be  conjugal,  honeft  and  dull, 
And  marry,  and  look  like  a  Fools 

Forlmuftbeplain, 

All  Tricks  are  in  vain; 

There's  nothing  can  gain 

What  you  wou'd  obtain, 

Like  moving  and  proving, 

By  wedding,  true    loving, 
iiyLeflbn  I  learnt  at  School. 

H  Ea 
I'll  do't  by  this  Hand, 
I've  Houles  and  Land, 
Eftate  too  m  good  Free-hold ; 

My  Dear  let  us  join, 

It  all  (hall  be  thine, 
BefidesagoodPurfeof  Gold, 
Befides  a  good  Purfe  of  Gold.  S  h  il 


(  HO  ) 

S   H    E> 

You  make  me  to  blufa  now  I  vow  j 

Ah  me!  fhall  I  baujk  my  Cow  \ 

But  fince  the  late  Oath  you  have  fwore* 

Your  Soul  mall  not  be 

In  Danger  for  me  j. 

I'll  rath«r  agree 

Of  two  to  make  three  i 

We'll  wed,  and  we'll  bed, 

There's  no  more  to  be  faid, 
And  I'll  ne'er  go  a  milking  more-.- 

SONG    XVIlT 

MA  I D  E  N  f  rem  as  a  Rof  e, 
Young,  buxom,  and  full  of  Jollity; 
Take  no  Spoufe  among  Beaux, 
Fond  of  their  raking  Quality  £ 

He  who  wears  a  long  Bum, 
All  powder'd  down  from  his  Pericrane, 

And  with  Nofe  full  of  Snuff, 
Snuffles  out  Love  in  a  merry  Vein. 

Who,  to  Dames  of  high  Place, 
Does  prattle  like  any  Parrot  too. 

Yet  with  Doxies  a  Brace 
At  Night  pigs  in  a  Garret  too  j 

Patrimony  out-run* 
To  make  a  fine  Show  to  carry  thees 

Plainly,  Friend,  thou'rt undone. 
It  fueh  a  Creature  marry  thee. 

Then,  for  fear  of  a  Bribe, 
Of  flattering Noife  and  Vanity, 

Yoak  a  Lad  of  our  Tribe, 
Hellfhew  the  beft  Humanity  j 


mm 


(   2?I   ) 

Flamy  thou  wilfr-find  Love, 
In  civil  as  well  as  fecular ; 

But  when  Spirit  doth  move, 
We  have  a  Gift  particular. 

Tho*  our  Gravenefs  is  Prided 
That  Boobies  the  more  venerate^ 

He  that  gets  agood  Bride, 
Can  jump  when  he's  to  generate ; 

Qfl  then  goes  the  Difguife, 
T«  Bed  in  his  Arms  he'll  cany  thee? 

Then,  to  be  happy  and  wife, 
Take  Yea  and  Nay  to  marry  thee." 


SONG    XVIII. 

LAST  Sunday  at  Saint  %ames*s  Pf ay'rs. 
The  Prince  and  Princefs  by, 
J,  drefs'd  in  all  my  Whale-bone  Airs, . 
Sat  in  a  Clofet  nigh, 

Ibow'dmyKnees1,  I  held  my  Book* 

Read  all  the  Anfwerso'erj 
But  was  perverted  by  a  Look, 

Which  pierc'd  me  from  the  Door* . 

High  Thoughts  of  Heav'n  I  came  to  ufe, 

With  the  devouteft  Care; 
tWhich  gay  young  Strephon  made  me  lofe; 

And  all  the  Raptures  there. 

He  wait  to  hand  me  to  my  Charr,\ 

And  bow'd  with  courtly  sGrace| 
But  whifper'd  Love  into  mine  Ear9 

Too  warm  for  thatgrave  Flace,  £ove> 


c  m ) 

Love,  Love,  faidhe,byallador'd* 
My  tender  Heart  has  won  • 

But  I  grew  peevifh  at  the  Word, 
DcuYd  he  might  be  gone. 

He  went  quite  out  of  Sight,  while  I 

A  kinder  Anfwer  meant  j 
Nor  did  I  for  my  Sins  that  Day, 

By  half  f  o  much  repent. 


SONG      XIX. 

LOVE>  thou  artthebeftof  human  Joys^ 
Our  chiefeft  Happinefs  below  $ 
All  other  Pleafuresarebut  Toys, 
Mufickwithouttheeisbut  Noife# 
Beauty  but  an  empty  Show. 

Heaven,  that  knew  beft  what  Man  cou'd  movej 
And  raife  his  Thought  above  the  Brute, 

Said,  let  him  be,  and  let  him  love, 

That  only  mud;  his  Soul  improve, 
Howe'er  Philofophers  difpute. 


SONG    XX. 

!-  ■     \ 

DESPAIRING  beflde  a  clear  Stream; 
A  Shepherd  forfaken  was  laid  ; 
And  while  a  falfe  Nymph  was  his  Theme, 
A  Willow  fupported  his  Jkadt 

The 


( m ) 

The  Wind  that  blew  over  the  Plain; 

To  his  Sighs  with  a  Sigh  did  reply; 
And  the  Brook  in  Return  to  his  Pain, 

Ran  mournfully  murmuring  by. 

Alas!  filly  Swain  that  I  was  5 

(Thusfadly  complaining  he  ery'd) 
When  firft  I  beheld  that  fair  Face, 

'Twere  better'  by  far  I  haddy'd  : 
She  talk'd,  and  I  bleft  her  dear  Tongue, 

When  fhe  frail'd,  it  was  Pleafure  too  great  j 
I  liften'd,  and  cry'd  when  fhe  fung, 

Was  Nightingale  ever  fo  fweet  ? 

Howfoolifh  was  I  to  believe 

She  could  doat  on  fo  lowly  a  Clown, 
Or  that  her  fond  Heart  would  not  grieves 

To  forfake  the  fine  Folk  of  the  Town  f 
To  think  that  a  Beauty  fo  gay, 

So  kind  and  fo  Conftant  would  prove? 
pr  go  clad  like  our  Maidens  in  gray, 

Or  live  in  a  Cottage  on  Love  ? 

What  tho'  I  have  Skill  to  complain, 

Tho' the  Mufes  my  Temples  have  crown'd^ 
What  tho'  when  they  hear  my  foft  Strains, 

The  Virgins  fit  weeping  around  g 
Ah  Colin !  thy  Hopes  are  in  vain, 

Thy  Pipe  and  thy  Laurel  refign, 
Thy  Fair  one  inclines  to  a  Swain, 

Whof  e  Mufick  is  i weeter  than  thine; 

All  you  my  Companions  fo  dear, 

Who  forrow  to  fee  me  betrayed, 
Whatever  I  fuffer  forbear, 

forbear  to  accufe  the  falfe  Maid, 


Tho* 


(  *54  ) 

Tho*  thro*  the  wide  World  I  fhould  range/ 
"Vis  in  vain  from  my  Fortune  to  fly  i 

9Twas  hers  to  be  falfe  and  to  change, 
'Tis  mine  to  be  conftant  and  die. 

If  while  my  hard  Fate  Ifuftain, 

In  her  Breaft  any  Pity  is  found, 
Let  her  come  with  the  Nymphs  of  the  Plain, 

And  fee  me  laid  low  in  the  Ground  z 
The  laft  humble  Boon  that  I  crave, 

Is  to  {hade  me  with  Cyprefs  and  Yew; 
And  when  fhe  looks  down  on  my  Grave, 

Let  her  own  that  her  Shepherd  was  true. 

Then  to  her  new  Love  let  hergo, 

And  dack  her  in  golden  Array  : 
Be  fined  at  every  fine  Show, 

And  frolick  it  all  thelong  Day  s 
While  Cflin  forgotten  and  gone, 

No  more  fhall  be  talk'dof  orfeenV 
Unlefs  when  beneath  the  pale  Moon, 

His  Ghoft  mall  glide  over  the  Green. 


SONG    XXL 


?>THW  AS  when  the  Seas  were  roarings 

X        With  hollow  Blafts  of  Wind,.. 
A  Damfel  lay  deploring^ 

All  on  a  Rock  reclin'd. 
Wide  o'er  the  roaring  Billows* 

She  caft  a  wifhful  Look  j 
Her  Head  was  crown'd  with  Willows, 

That  trembled  o'es  the  Brook. 

Twelve. 


Twelve  Months  are  gone  and  over, 

And  nine  long  tedious  Days* 
Why  didfl  thou  ventrous Lover, 

Why  didfl  thou  truft  the  Seas  > 
Ceafe,  ceafethen,  cruel  Ocean, 

And  let  my  Lover  reft : 
Ah !  what's  thy  troubled  Motion, 

To  that  within  my  Breaft? 

The  Merchant  robb'd  of  Treafure* 

Views  TempeftsinDefpairj 
But  what's  the  Lofs  of  Treafure, 

Tolofingof  my  Deai' I 
Shou'd  you  fome  Coaft  be  laid  on, 

Where  Gold  and  Diamonds  grow* 
You'd  find  a  richer  Maiden, 

But  none  that  loves  you  Co* 

How  can  they  fay  that  Nature 

Has  nothing  made  in  vainj 
Why  then  beneath  the  Water  J 

Do  hideous  Rocks  remain  J 
No  Eye  thefe  Rocks  difcover. 

That  lurk  beneath  the  Deep, 
To  wreck  the  wandring  Lover, 

And  leave  the  Maid  to  weep. 

All  melancholy  lying, 

Thus  wail'd  Ine  for  her  Dear,. 
Repay'd  each  Blaft  with  fighing, 

Each  Billow  with  a  Tear  : 
When  o'er  the  white  Wave*  ftooping} 

His  floating  Corps  fhe  fpy'd  > 
Then  like  a  Lilly  drooping, 

She  bow'd-her  Head,  anddy'd* 

S    O   N    ©i 


SONG    XXIL 

REmember,  Damon,  you  did  tell, 
In  Chaftity  you  lov'd  me  well  j 
But  now,  alas!  I  amundone, 
And  here  am  lelftto  make  my  Moan  : 
To  doleful  Shades  I  will  remove, 
Since  I'm  defpis'd  by  him  I  love, 
Where  poor  forfaken  Nymphs  are  feen, 
In  lonely  Walks  of  Willow-green. 

Upon  my  Dear's  deluding  Tongue, 
Such  iof t  perfuafive  Language  hung, 
That  when  his  Words  had  Silence  broke, 
You  wou'd  have  thought  an  Angel  fpoke* 
Too  happy  Nymph,  whoe'er  fhe  be, 
That  now  enjoys  my  charming  he $ 
For  oh!  I  fearittomyCoft, 
She  'as  found  the  Heart  that  I  have  loft. 

Beneath  the  faireft  Flower  on  Earth, 

A  Snake  may  hide,  or  take  its  Birth; 

So  his  falfe  Breaft,  conceal  it  did 

His  Heart,   the  Snake  that  there  lay  hidJ 

fTis  falfe  to  fay,  we  happy  are, 

Since  Men  delight  thus  to  enfnare  5 

In  Man  no  Woman  can  be  bleft, 

Their  Vows  are  Wind,  their  Love  a  Jeft, 

Ye  Gods,  in  Pity  to  my  Grief, 
Send  me  my  Damon,  or  Relief  j 
Return  the  wild  delicious  Boy, 
;WhomonceI  thought  my  Spring  of  Joy  i 


But 


( m ) 

But  whM  I'm  begging  of  this  Biffs; 
Methinks  I  hear  you  anfwer  thus  j 
When  Damon  has  enjoy'd,  he  flies ; 
Whojees  him,  loves',  who  loves  him,  dies. 

There's  not  a  Bird  that  haunts  the  Grove, 
But  is  a  Witnefs  of  my  Love: 
Now  all  theBleetersonthe  Plain 
Seem  Sympathizers  in  my  Pain  : 
Ecchoes  repeat  my  plaintive  Moansi 
The  Waters  imitate  my  Groans  j 
The  Trees  their  bending  Boughs  recline, 
And  droop  their  Heads  as  I  do  mine. 


SONG    XXIII. 

S~\  N  a  Bank  beGde  a  Willow, 
j  V>/  Heaven  her  Covering,  Earth  her  Pillow* 
Sad  Amynta  figh'd  alone  : 
From  the  chearlefs  Dawn  of  Morning, 
Till  the  Dews  of  Night  returning, 
Singing,  thus  fbe  made  her  moan; 
Hope  is  banifl/d, 
Joys  are  vaniQi'd, 
Damon  my  Belov'd  is  gone« 

Time,  I  dare  thee  to  difcover 
Such  a  Youth  and  fuch  a  Lover : 

Oh,  fo  true  fo  kind  was  he  / 
Damon  was  the  Pride  of  Nature, 
Charming  in  his  every  Feature  j 
Damon  liv'd  alone  for  me  s 
Melting  KifTes, 
Murm'ring  BlifTes, 
Whofoliv'dandlov'daswe?  Never 


Never  fhall  we  curfe  the  Morning, 
Never  blefs  the  Night  returning. 

Sweet  Embraces. to  reftorej 
Never  fhall  we  both  lie  dying, 
Nature  failing,  Love  Supplying 
All  the  Joys  he  drain'd  before : 
To  befriend  me, 
Death,  come,  end  me, 
Love  and  Damon  are  no  more. 


SONG    XXIV. 

ALEXIS  fhunn'd  his  fellow  Swains, 
Their  rural  Sports  and  focv  '  Strains, 
(Heaven  guard  us  all  from  Cupid's  Bow >) 
He  loft  his  Crook,  he  left  his  Flocks, 
And  wand'fing  thro' the  lonely  Rocks, 
He  nourifh'd  endlefs  Woe. 

The  Nymphs  andShepherds  round  him  came* 
His  Grief  fomepity,  others  blame* 

The  fatal  Caufe  all  kindly  feek; 
He  mingled  his  Concern  with  theirs. 
He  gave  them  back  their  friendly  Tears, 

He  figh'd  j  but  could  not  fpeak. 

Clarmda  came  among  the  reft, 
And  flie  too,  kind  Concern  expreft, 

And  ask'd  the  Reafon  of  his  Woe ; 
Sheask'd,  but  with  an  Air  and  Mien, 
As  made  it  eafily  forefeen, 

She  fear'd  too  much  to  know. 


The 


i  1^9 ) 


The  Shepherd  rais'd  his  mournful  Head, 
And  will  you  pardon  me,  he  faid. 

While  I  the  cruel  Truth  reveal : 
Which  nothing  frommy  Breaft  fhouUtear, 
Which  never  mould  offend  your  Ear, 

But  that  you  bid  me  tell. 

sTis  thus  I  rove,  'tis  thus  complain, 
Since  you  appear'd  upon  the  Plain  ; 

You  are  the  Caufe  of  all  my  Carei 
Your  Eyes  ten  thoufand  Dangers  dart  j 
Ten  thoufand  Torments  vex  my  Heart  5 

Hove,  andldefpair. 

t  *. 
Too  much,  Alexis,  I  have  heard, 
'Tis  what  [  thought,  'tis  whatlfear'd* 

And  yet  I  pardon  you,  fhe  cry'd  : 
But  you  fhall  promife,  ne'er  again 
To  breathe  your  Vows,  or  fpeak  your  Pain, 

Hebow'd,  obey'd,  anddy'd. 


SONG    XXV. 


WH  Y  fo  pale  and  wan,  fond  Lover?  .  ^ 

Prithee,  why  fo  pale? 
Will,  when  looking  well  can't  move  her. 
Looking  ill  prevail  ? 
Prithee,  why  fo  pale  > 

Wh# 


(  *46  ) 

^hy  fo  dull  and  mute,  young  Sinner  * 

Prithee,  why  fo  mute  ? 
JWill,  when  (peaking  well  can't  win  her; 

Saying  nothing  do't  ? 

Prithee,  why fo mute? 

Quit,  quit  for  Shame,  this  will  not  move, 

This  cannot  take  her,* 
If  of  herfelf  fhe  will  not  love. 
Nothing  can  make  her : 

The  Devil  take  her. 


SONG    XXVI. 

MY  Friend  and  I, 
We  drank  whole  Pifs-pots 

Full  of  Sack  up  to  the  Brim: 
I  drank  to  my  Friend, 

And  he  drank  his  Pot, 

So  we  put  about  the  Whim : 
Three  Bottles  and  a  Quart 
%y/e  fwallow'd  down  our  Throat, 

(But  hang fuch  puny  Sips  as  ihefe  5) 
We  laid  us  all  along, 
With  our  Mouths  unto  the  Bung, 

And  tip'd  whole  HogGieads  off  with  Ea/e. 

I  heard  of  a  Fop 

That  drank  whole  Tankards,  / 

Stil'dhimfelf  the  Prince  of  Sots: 
But  1  fay  now,  Hang 

Such  filly  Drunkards, 

Melt  their  Flagons,  break  their  Pots, 
My  Friend  and  I  did  join 
For  a  Cellar  full  of  Wine,  And 


c  m  ) 

And  we  drank  the  Vintner  out  of  Door : 
We  drank  it  all  up 
In  a  Morning,  at  a  Sup, 

And  greedily  rov'd  about  for  more." 

My  Friend  to  me 

Did  make  this  Motion, 

Let  us  to  the  Vintage  skip, 
Then  we  imbark'd 

Upon  the  Ocean, 

Where  we  f ou nd  a  Spmijh  Ship,'  ., 

Deep  laden  with  Wine, 
|  Which  was  fuperfine, 

The  Sailors  f  wore  fire  hundred  Tun  $ 
We  drank  it  all  at  Sea, 
j  E'er  we  came  unto  the  Key, 

And  the  Merchant  fwore  he  was  quite  undone,' 

My  Friend,  not  having 

Quench'd  his  Thirft, 

Said,  let's  to  the  Vineyards  hafte  ; 
Straight  then  we  fail'd 

To  the  Canaries, 

Which  afforded  juft  a  Tafte; 
From  thence  unto  the  Rhine, 
Where  we  drank  up  all  the  Wine, 

'Till  Bacchus  cry'd,  hold  ye  Sots,  or  ye  die,' 
And  fwore  he  never  found 
In  his  univerfal  Round, 

Such  thirfty  Souls  as  my  Friend  and  I. 

Out  fie!  crysone, 

What  a  Beaji he  makes  him, 

He  can  neither  fiand  nor  go  : 
OutyouBeaft,  you, 

You're  much  miftaken, 

When  e'er  knew  you  a  Beafl:  drink  fo-? 

L  {Tfe 


(  242  $ 

'Tis  when  we  drink  t  he  leaft, 
That  we  drink  moft  like  a  Beaft ; 

But  when  we  caroufe  it  fix  in  Hand.; 
sTis  then  and  only  then, 
That  we  drink  the  moft  like  Men, 

W  hen  we  drink  till  we  can  neither  go  fiorftand. 


SONG    XXVII. 

LE  T  Soldiers  fight  for  Prey  or  Praife, 
And  Money  be  the  Mifer's  Wifh ; 
Poor  Scholars  ftudy  all  their  Days, 

And  Gluttons  glory  in  their  Difh  i 
°Tis  Wine,  pure  Wine  revives  fad  Souls, 
Therefore  fill  us  the  cheating  Bowk. 

Let  Minions  mar  foal  every  Hair, 

And  in  a  Lover's  Lock  delight, 
And  artificial  Colours  wear  j 

Pure  Wine  is  native  red  and  white 
'tis  Wine,  &c. 

The  backward  Spirit  it  makes  brave, 
That  lively  which  before  was  dull ; 

Opens  the  Heart  thatlovestofave, 

And  Kindnefs  flows  from  Cups  brim-fall  % 

'Tis  Wine,  &c. 

Some  Men  want  Youth,  and  others  Health, 
Some  want  a  Wife,  and  fome  a  Punk, 

Some  Men  want  Wit,  and  others  Wealth; 

lint  they  want  nothing  that  are  druak : 
'Tis  Wine,  pure  Wine  revives  fad  Souls* 
Therefore  give  us  (he  cheating  Bowls., 


SONG 


(  HI  ) 
SONG    XXVIIL 

FArewel,  my  bonny,  bonny,  witty,  pretty  Mag$ya 
And  a'  the  rofie  Laifes  milking  on  the  Down  \ 
Adieu  the  flow'ry  Meadows,  aft  fae  dear  to  Jocky, 

The  Sports  and  merry  Glee  of  Edinborow  Town  % 
Since  French  and  Spanifi  Louns  (land  at  Bay, 
And  valiant  Lads  of  Britain  hold  'em  Play, 
My  Reap-hook  I  maun  caft  quite  away, 
And  fight  too  like  a  Man, 
Among  'em,  for  our  Royal  Queen  Anne, 

Eacn  Carle  of  Irijh  Mettle  battles  like  a  Dragon  °9 

The  Germans  waddle  and  ftraddle  to  the  Drum ; 
The  Italian  and  the  Butter  bowzy  Hogan  Mogan  : 

Good-faith  then  Scottifhjocky  mauna  ly  at  name  s 
For  fince  they  are  ganging  to  hunt  renown, 
And  fweer  they'll  quickly  ding  auld  Monfieur  down, 
I'll  follow  for  a  Pluck  at  his  Crown, 

To  fhew  that  Scotland  can. 

Excel  'em  for  our  Royal  Queen  Annel 

Then  welcome  from  Vigo, 

Aad  cudgelling  Bon  Diego, 

With  (hutting  Rafeallions,  -t 

And  plundering  the  Galleons ; 

Each  brisk  valiant  Fellow 

Fought  at  Rondondellow, 

And  thofe  who  did  meet 

With  the  Newfoundland  Fleets 

When,  for  late  Succefles, 

Which  Europe  confefTes, 
At  Land  by  our  gallant  Commanders ; 
The  Dutch  in  ftrong  Beer, 
Shou'd  be  drunk  for  a  Ycar^, 
"With  their  General's  Health  in  Flanders* 

hz  SONG 


T 


(  *44) 
SONG    XXIX. 

H  E  Ordnance  a-board, 
Such  Joys  does  afford, 
As  no  Mortal,  no  Mortal,  no  Mortal, 
No  Mortal  e'er  more  can  defires 
Each  Member  repairs, 
From  the  Tower  to  the  Stairs, 
And  by  Water  Whujh,  and  by  Water  Whnjh, 
By  Water  they  all  go  to  Fire. 

Of  eachPiece  that's  a-fhore, 
They  fearch  from  the  Bore  j 
And  to  proving,  to  proving,  to  proving, 
To  proving  they  go  in  fair  Weather.: 
Their  GlafTes  are  large, 
And  whenever  they  difcharge, 
There's  a  Boo  huzza,  a  Boo  huzza,  a  Boo  huzza, 
Guns  and  Bumpers  go  off  together. 

Old  Vulcan  for  Mars, 
Fitted  Tools  for  his  Wars, 
To  enable  him,  enable  him,  enable  him, 
Enable  him  to  conquer  the  fafter  : 
But Mrfrj  had  he  been 
Upon  our  Woolwich  Green, 
To  have  heard  Boo  huzza,  Boohuzza,  Boohuzzn-, 
He'd  have  own'-d  great  Marlborough  his  Matter* 


SONG 


(  H5  ) 
S  O  N  G    XXX, 

LE  A  V  E  off  your  foolifh  Prating, 
Talk  no  more  of  Whig  and  Tory, 
But  drink  your  Ghfs, 
Round  let  it  pafs, 
The  Bottle  ftands  before  yes 

Fill  it  up  to  the  Top, 
Let  the  Night  with  Mirth  be  crown'd, 

Drink  about,  fee  it  out, 
Love  and  Friendfhip  ftill  go  round. 

IfClaretbeaBleflmg, 
This  Night  devote  to  'Plea  fare  j 
Let  worldly  Cares, 
And  State  Affairs, 
Be  thought  on  at  more  Leaf  tire  1 

Fill  it  up  to  the  Top, 
Let  the  Night  with  Joy  be  erown'd , 

Drink  about,  fee  it  out, 
Love  and  Friendfhip  ftill  go  round, . 

If  any  is  fo  zealous, 
To  be  a  Party-minion, 

Let  him  drink  like  me?, 
Well  fo  on  agree  p. 
Arid  be  of  one  Opinions 

Fill  your  Glafs,  name  your  Lafs^ 
See  her  Health  go  fweetly  round, 

Drink  about,  Ceeh  out, 
Let  the  Night  with  Joy  be  erown'd. 


L?  SONG 


(  M<*  ) 
SONG    XXXL 


WE'LL  drink,  and  we'll  never  have  done,  Boys, 
Put  the  Glafs  then  around  with  the  Sun,  Boys» 
Let  Apollo's  Example  invite  us, 
For  he's  drunk  every  Night, 
That  makes  him  fo "bright, 

That  he's  able  next  Morning  to  light  us, 
Drinking's  a  Chriftian  Diverfion, 
Unknown  to  the  Turk  and  the  Perfian  $ 
Let  Mahometan  Fools 
Live  by  Heathenifh  Rules, 
And  dream  o'er  their  Tea-pots  and  Coffee  i 
While  the  brave  Britons  fing, 
And  drink  Healths  to  their  King* 
And  a  Fig  for  the  Sultan  and  Sophy, 


SONG    XXXIL 

WH  LL  E  the  Lover  1$  thinking, 
With  my  Friend  I'll  be  drinking, 
And  with  Vigour  purfue  my  Delight  j 
While  the  Fool  is  defigning 
His  fatal  confining, 
With  Bacchus  I'll  fpend  the  whole  Nighti 

With  the  God  I'll  be  jolly, 

Without  Madnefs  and  Folly, 
Fickle  Woman  to  marry  implores 

Leave  my  Bottle  and  Friend, 

ForfofoolifhanEnd! 
When  I  do,  may  I  never  drink  more. 

SONG 


( m  ) 

SONG    XXXIII. 

CEL1A,  let  not  Pride  undo  you, 
Love  and  Life  fly  fwiftly  on  j 
Let  not  Damon  (till  pursue  you, 

Still  in  vain,  i|j  Love  is  gone : 
See  how  fair  the  ^looming. Rofe  is, 

See  by  all  how  juftly  pris'd  i 
But  when  it  its  Beauty  lofes, 

See  the  withei'd  Thing  defpis'd. 

When  thefe  Charms  that  Youth  hath  lent  you, 

Like  the  Rofes  are  decay'd , 
Ceiia,  you'll  too  late  repent  yoy, 

And  be  forc'd  to  die  a  Maid  i 
Die  a  Maid!  die  a  Maid  !  die  a  Maid-! 

Ceiia,  you'll  too  late  repent  you* 
And  be  forc'd  to  die  a  Maid  1 


SONG    XXXI 

I'LL  range  around  the  {Hady  Bowers, 
And  gather  all  the  fweeteft  Flowers  $ 
FU  ftrip  the  Garden  and  the  Grove, 
To  make  a  Garland  for  my  Love. 

When  in  thefultry  Heat  of  Day, 

My  thirfting  Nymph  does  panting  lie; 
1*11  haft  en  to  the  Fountain's  Brink, 

And  drain  the  Stream  that  fhe  may  drink. 

At  Night,  when  fhe  fnall  weary  prove, 

A  grafly  Bed  I'll  make  my  Love, 
And  with  green  Boughs  I'll  forma  Shade,, 

That  nothing  may  her  Reft  invade. 

L  4  knd 


Aad  whilfl:  difTolv'd  in  fleep  fhe  lies} 
My  felf  fhall  never  clofe  the^e  Eyes  j 

But  gazing  ftill  with  fond  Delight, 
I'll  watch  my  Charmer  all  the  Night. 

And  then,  as  foon  as  chearful  Day 
Difpels  the  gloomy  Shades  away, 

forth  to  the  Fore  ft  Til  repair, 
And  find  Provifion  for  my  Fair. 

Thus  will  I  fp«nd  the  Day  and  Night, 
Still  mixing  Plealure  with  Delight  j 

Regarding  nothing  I  endure, 
So  I  can  Eafe  for  her  procure. 

But  if  the  Maid  whom  thus  I  love, 

Shou'd  e'er  unkind  and  faithlefs  prove, 

I'll  feek  fome  diimal  diftant  Shore, 
And  never  think  of  Woman  more. 


SONG    XXXV. 

TH  O'  cruel  you  feem  to  my  Pain, 
And  hate  me  becaufe  I  am  true  5 
Yet,  Vb'dl'is,  you  love  a  falfe  Swain, 

Who  has  other  Nymphs  in  his  View: 
Enjoyment's  a  Trifle  to  him, 

To  me  what  a  Heaven  it  would  be; 
To  him  but  a  Woman  you  feem, 
But  ah  you're  aa  Angel  to  me. 

Thofe  Lips  which  he  touches  in  Hafte, 

To  them  I  for  ever  could  grow, 
Still  clinging  around  that  dear  Waift, 

Which  he  fpans  as  befide  him  you  go  j 

TWat 


(  H9  ) 

That  Arm,  like  a  Lilly  fo  white, 
Which  over  his  Shoulders  you  lay. 

My  Bofom  could  warm  it  all  Night, 
My  Lips  they  would  prefs  it  all  Day, 

Were  I  like  a  Monarch  to  reign, 

Were  Graces  my  Subjects  to  be, 
I'd  leave  them,  and  fly  to  the  Plain, 

To  dwell  in  a  Cottage  with  thee  i . 
But  if  I  muft  feel  thy  Difdain, 

If  Tears  cannot  Cruelty  drown, 
O!  let  me  not  live  in  this  Pain, 

But  give  me  my  Death  in  a  Frown* 


SON  G    XXXVI. 

FROM  rofy  Bowers,  where  fleepstheGodof  Love, 
Hither,  ye  little  waiting  Cupids,  fly  j 
Teach  me,  in  ib ft  melodious  Song,  to  move 

With  tender  Pafllon  my  Hearts  Darling  Joy  s~ 
Ah  !  let  the  Soul  of  Mufick  tune  my  Voice, 
To  win  dear  Strefbon,  who  my  Soul  enjoys. 

Or  if  more  influencing 
Is,  to  be  brisk  and  airy,' 
With  a  Step  and  a  Bound, 
And  a  Frisk  from  the  Ground^ 
1*11  trip  like  any  Fairy; 
As  once  on  Ida  dancing, 
Were  three  celeftial  Bodies, 
With  an  Air  and  a  Face, 
And  a  Shape  and  a  Grace, 
IrSt  me  shann  like  Beauty's  Godief & 

L  5    '  Ah! 


Ah!  ah  !  'tis  vain,  'tisall  in  vain, 
Death  and  Defpair  muft  end  the  fatal  Pain ; 
Cold  Defpair,  difguis'd  like  Snow  and  Rain, 
Falls  on  my  Breaft  j  black  Winds  in  Tempefts  blowi 
My  Veins  all  Oliver,  and  my  Fingers  glow ; 
My  Pulfe  beats  a  dead  March  for  loft  Repofe, 
And  to  a  folid  Lump  of  Ice  my  poor  fond  Heart  is 
froze. 

Or  (ay,  ye  Powers,  my  Peace  to  crown* 
Shall  I  thaw  myfelf,  or  drown 

Among  the  foaming  Billows, 
Increafing  all  with  Tears  I  fhed  ; 

On  Beds  of  Ooze  and  chriftal  Pillows, 
Lay  down  my  Love-fick  Head  ? 

No,  no,  Til  ftraighc  run  mad,   . 
That  foon  my  H»art  will  warm $ 

When  once  the  Senfe  is  fled, 
Love  has  no  Power  to  charm ; 

Wild  thro'  the  Woods  I'll  fly, 
My  Robes  and  Locks  fhall  thus  be  tore,; 

A  thoufand  thoufand  Deaths  I'll  die, 
E'er  thus  in  vain  I  e'c  r  thus  in  vain  adore. 


S  O  NG    XXXVII. 


OH!  lead  me  to  fome  peaceful  Gloom, 
Where  none  but  fighing  Lovers  come, 
W  here  the  fhrill  Trumpets  never  found, 
But  one  eternal  Hufh  goes  round* 

There 


(HO 

There  let  me  (both  my  pleating  Pain, 
And  never  think  of  War  again  $ 
What  Glory  can  a  Lover  have 
To  conquer,  yet  be  (till  a  Slave  ? 


SONG    XXXVIII. 

OH!  lead  me  to  fome  peaceful  Room, 
Where  none  but  honeft  Fellows  come, 
Where  Wives  loud  Clappers  never  found* 
But  an  eternal  Laugh  goes  round. 

There  let  me  drown  in  Wine  my  Pain, 
And  never  think  of  Home  again: 
Wh  at  Comfort  can  a  Husband  have, 
To  rule  the  Houfe  where  he's  a  Slave? 


SONG    XXXIX. 

PIOUS  Selinda  goes  to  Prayers, 
If  1  but  ask  the  Favour  j 
And  yet  the  tender  Fool's  in  Tears, 
When  file  believes  I'll  leave  her. 

tWo  jld  I  were  free  from  this  Reftraint, 
Or  elfe  had  Hopes  to  win  her  ; 

Would  fhe  cou'd  make  of  me  a  Saint,, 
©riot  her  a  Sinner. 


SONG 


( If* ) 

SONG    XL. 

SEE,  fee,  me  wakes,  Sablna wakes, 
And  now  the  Sun  begins  to  rife ; 
Lefs  Glorious  is  the  Morn  that  breaks 
From  his  bright  Beams,  than  her  fair  Eyesi 

With  Light  united,  Day  they  give  i 
But  different  Fates  e'er  Night  fulfil : 

How  many  by  his  Wrath  will  live! 
How  many  will  her  Coldnefs  kill ! 

SONG    XLI. 

YOUNG  Corf  don  and  Pbillis 
Sat  in  a  lovely  Grove, 
Contriving  Crowns  of  Lillies, 
Repeating  Tales  of  Love, 
jbidfemethmgelfoi  but  what ,  IAarenotnams, 

But  as  they  were  a  playing 

She  ogled  fo  the  Swain, 
It  fav'd  her  plainly  faying, 

Let's  kits  to  cafe  our  Pain,  0*6. 

A  thoufand  times  he  kifs'd  her, 

Upon  the  flow *iy  Green i 
$ut  as  he  further  preft  her, 

A  pretty  Leg  was  feen,  esr. 

So  many  Beauties  viewing, 

His  Ardour  ftill  increas'd  j 
And,  greater  Joys  purfuing, 

He  wander'd  o'er  her  Breaft,  &t. 


(mi 

A  laft  Effort  fhe  trying, 
His  Pafllon  to  withftand, 

Cry'd,  (but 'twas  faintly  crying) 
Pray  takeaway  your  Hand,  o1^ 

Young  Corydon  grown  bolder,. 

The  Minutes  wou'd  improve,^ 
This  is  the  Time,  he  told  her, 

To  fhew  how  much  Hove,  we 

The  Nymph  feem'd  almoft  dying,, 
DifTolv'd  in  am'rous  Heat  j 

She  kifs  'd  and  told  hiuifighing, 
My  dear,,  your  Love  is  great,  &&» 

But  Pbtllls  did  recover, 

Much  i ooner  than  the  Swain  5 
She  blufhing,  ask'd  her  Lover, 

Shall  we  not  kifs  again  ?  z?c. 

Thus  Love  his  Revels  keeping, 

Till  Nature  at  a  Stand, 
From  Talk  they  fall  to  fleeping, 

Holding  each  other's  Hand,  £?£» 


SONG    XLII, 

SEE,  fee,  my  Seraph'ma  comes, 
Adorn'd  with  every  Grace  ,• 
Look,  Gods,  from  your  celeftial  Domes*  , 
And  view  her  charming  Face, 

The 


(  H  4) 

Thenfearch,  and  fee  if  you  can  find 
In  all  your  (acred  Groves, 

A  Nymph  or  Goddefs  fo  divine, 
As  (he  whom  Strephm  loves. 


SONG    XLIII. 

SHE. 

PRAY  now,  John,  let  Jug  prevail, 
Doff  thy  Swords  and  take  a  Flail  ^ 
"Wounds  and  Blows,  and  fcorching  Heat,. 
WiH  abroad  be  all  you'll  get. 

H  E. 
Oons!  you  are  mad,  yefimple  Jade, 
Begone,  and  don't  Prate. 

S  H  E. 
How  think  ye  I  flsall  do, 

With  Hob  and  Sua 

H  E. 

When  I  am  rich  with  Plunder, 
Thou  my  Gain  fhall  (hare. 

S  H;  E. 
My  Share  will  be  but  fmall,  I  fear, 
When  bold  Dragoons  have  been  pickering  tliere^. 
And  the  Flea-flints  the  Germans  (trip  'em  baye. 
H  E. 
Mindyour  fpinnrng,, 
Mend  your  Linnen, 
Look  to  your  Cheefe  you, 
Your  Pigs  and  your  Geefe  tooi 
SHE. 
$?o,  no,,  I'll  ramble  out  with  you, 


And  all  our  Brats  when  wanting  you. 


H  Ei 


H  E. 

Blood  and  Five,  if  you  tire 

Thus  my  Patience, 
With  Vexations  and  Narrations,' 
Thumping,  thumping,  thumping 
Is  the  fatal  Word,  Joan* 
SHE. 
Do,  do,  I'm  good  at  thumping  too, 

H  E».  • 

Morbleau !  that  Huff  fhall  never  do*. 

SHE. 
Come,  come,  John,  kt's  bufsandbeFriend$3 
Thus  ftill,  thus  Love's  Quarrel  ends» 
I  my  Tongue  fomedmes  letrun,. 
But  alas!  I  foon  have  done; 
HE. 
'Tis  well  you're  quafVd, 
You'd  elfe  been  thrafh'd, 
Sure  as  my  Name  is  John, 

SHE. 
Yet  fain  I'd  know  for  what 

You're  all  Co  hot, 
To  go  to  fight  where  nothing's  got, 
H  E. 
Fortune  will  prove  kind,. 
And  we  fhall  then  grow  great; 
S  H  E. 
Grow  great! 
And  want  both  Drink  and  Meat, 
And  Coin,  unlefs  the  pamper'd  Irench  you  beat  fe 
£hJobn  !  take  care  %ohn  \ 
And  learn  more  Wit; 
H  E. 
Dare  you  prate  ftill,. 
At  this  Rate  ftill  j 
And  like  a  Vermin, 
r„    f       Grudge  me  Preferment.  S  H  E* 


C  2f  <T  $ 

SHE. 

You'll  beg,  orgefca\fooden  Leg, 
HE. 
Nay,  if  bawling,  caterwawlinj^. 
Tittle  tattle,  prittle  prattle, 
Siillmuft  rattle  j 
IU  be  gone,  and  ftraight  aboard. . 

s  h  e; 

Do,  do,  andioflrallH^andS^ 
3fygtoo,  and  all  the  ragged  Crew. 


SO  N  G    LXIV. 

HE. 

SINCE  Times  are  f  o  bad,  I  mud  tell  thee,  Sweety 
heart, 
I'm  thinking  to  leave  off  my  Plough  and  my  Cart, 
And  to  the  fair  City  a  Journey  I'll  go, 
To  better  my  Fortune,  as  other  Folks  doi. 
Since  fome  have  from  Ditches, 
And  coarie  Leather  Breetches, 

Been  rais'd  to  be  Rulers, 
And  wallow'd  in  Riches, 
Fray  thee,  come,  come,  come,  come  from  thy  Wheelf 

For  if  the  Gipfies  don't  lye, 
I  Qiall  be  a  Governor  too  e'er  I  die. 

S  H  E. 
Ah  Colin  !  by  all  thy  late  Doings  I  find, 
With  Sorrow  and  Trouble,  the  Pride  of  thy  Mind  | . 
0ur  Sheep  now  at  random  disorderly  run, 
And  now  Sunday's  Jacket  goes  every  Day  on; 
Ah  I  what  do'ft  thou,  what  doft  thou,  what  do'ft  thoa 
mean  I 

H  E: 


( m ) 

HE 
To  make  my  Shoes  clean, 
And  foot  it  to  Court  tothe  King  and  the  Queen, 
Where,  fhewing  my  Parts,  I  Preferment  fhallwia* 

SHE. 
Fie !  'Tis  better  for  us  to  plough  and  to  fpin  $ 
For,  astotheCourr,  when  thou  happen'fl:  to  try, 
Thou'lt  find  nothing  got  there,  unlefs  thou  can'ft  buy  y 
For  Money,  the  Devil  and  all's  to  be  found, 
But  no  good  Parts  minded  without  the  good  Pound; 

HE. 
Why,  then  I'll  take  Arms,  and  follow  Alarms, 
Hunt  Honour,  thatnow-a-daysplaguily  charms. 

SHE. 
-  And  fo  loft  a  Limb  by  a  Shot  or  a  Blow, 
And  curfe  thy  felf  after  for  leaving  the  Plough,, 
HE. 
Suppofe  I  turn  Gamefter  ? 

SHE., 
So  cheat  and  behang'd. 
HE. 
What  think 'ft  of  the  Road  thenr 

SHE. 
The  high  Way  to  be  hang'd^ 
HE. 
Nice  Pimping  howe'er  yields  Profit  for  Life ; 
1*11  help  fonae  fine  Lord  to  another's  fine  Wife* 

SHE. 
That's  dangerous  too  amongft  the  Town-Crew ; 
For  fome  of  them  will  do  the  fame  Thing  by  you  $ 
And  then  I  to  cuckold  ye  may  be  drawn  in ; 
Faith  Colin,  'tis  better  I  fit  here  and  fpin. 

HE. 
Will  nothing  prefer  me,  what  think'ft  of  the  Law  ? 

SHE. 
Oh!  while  you  live  Colin,  keep  out  of  that  Paw. 

H& 


(  ill  ) 

HE. 
I'll  cant  and  I'll  pray. 

SHE. 
Ah/  there's  nought  got  thatway  5 
There's  no  one  minds  now  what  thofe  black  Cattle  fay 
Let  all  our  whole  Care  be  our  farming  Affair : 

HE. 
To  make  our  Corn  grow,  and  our  Apple-Trees  bear. 

Both. 
Ambition's  a  Trade  no  Contentment  can  fhow» 
SHE. 
So  I'll  to  my  Dill aff. 

HE. 
And  I'll  to  my  Plough. 

Both  Agai tr.. 
Let  all  our  whole  Care,  &c. 


SONG    XLV. 

HE. 

WHERE  Oxen  do  low* 
And  Apple-Trees  grow  1 
Where  Corn  is  fown. 
And  Grafs  is  mown  $ 
Fate  give  me  for  Life  a  Place. 

SHE.  — — 

Where  Hay  is  well  cock'd. 
And  Udders  are  ftroak'd  5 
Where  Duck  and  Drake 
Cry,  quack,  quack,  quack  $ 
Where  Turkeys  lay  Eggs, 
And  Swine  fuckle  Pigs  j 
0h  t  there  I  would  pals  my  Days*1 

HE, 


(  HP  ) 

HE, 
On  nought  we  will  feed, 
But  what  we  can  breed : 

SHE. 
And  wear  on  our  Backs 
The  Wool  of  our  Flocks  j 
And  tho*  Linnen  feel 

Rough,  (pun  from  the  Wheels  4  .  ■.  -£}: 

'Tis  cleanly  tho*  coarfe  it  comes. 
HE. 
Town  Follys  and  Cullys, 
And  Mollys  and  Dollys, 
For  ever  adieu,  and  for  ever  s 

SHE. 
And  Beaux,  that  in  Boxes 
Lye  fmuggling  their  Doxies, 
With  Wigs  that  hang  down  to  their  BugrjsJ 
HE, 
Goodb'ye  to  the  Mall, 
The  Park  and  Canal, 
St.  James's  Square, 
And  Flaunters  there, 
The  Gaming  Houfe  too,' 
Where  high  Dice  and  low 
Aremanag'd  all  by  Degrees. 

SHE, 
Adieu  to  the  Knight 
Was  bubbled  laft  Night,. 
That  keeps  a  Blowze, 
And  beats  his  Spoufe, 
And  then  in  great  Hade,1 
To  pay  what  he'as  loft, 
Sends  home  to  cut  down  his  Trees  s. 
HE, 
And  well  fare  the  Lad 
Improves  ev'iy  Clod,  WhQb 


(  z$o  ) 

Who  ne'er  lets  his  Hand 
To  Bill  or  to  Bond : 

SHE, 
Nor  barters  his  Flocks, 
For  Wine  or  the  Pox, 

To  choufe  him  of  half  his  Days. 
HE. 
But  filling  and  fowling, 
And  hunting  and  bowling, 
His  Paftime  is  ever  and  ever. 

S  HE. 
WhofeLips,  when  ye  bufs'em*. 
Smell  like  the  Bean  BlofTonvj 

©h !  he  it's  (hall  have  my  Praife.. 
H  E. 
To  Taverns,  where  goes 
Sour  Apples  and  Sloes, 
A  long  Adieu! 
And  farewel  too 
The  Houfe  of  the  Gf  eatj 
Whofe  Cook  has  no  Meat, 

And  Butler  can't  quench  my  Thirih 
SHE. 
Farewel  to  the  Change, 
Where  Rantipoles  range  j 
Farewel  cold  Tea, 

And  Ratafee, 
Hide-Park,  where  Pride 
In  Coaches  ride, 

A^tho*  they  be  choak'd  with  Duft. , 
HE. 
Farewel  the  Law-Gown, 
The  Plague  of  the  Town, 
And  Foes  of  the  Crown, 
-Thatfhoii'd  he  rundowns* 


SHE. 


( Itf  I  I 

SHE. 

With  City  Jack-daws, 
That  make  ftapleLaws, 

To  meafure  by  Yards  and  Ells. 
HE. 
Stock-jobbers  and  Swobbers, 
And  Packers  andTackers, 
For  ever  adieu,  and  for  ever ; 
We  know  what  you're  doing  j 
And  home  we  are  going  $ 

^nd  fo  you  may  ring  your  Bells. 


SONG    XLVL 

HE. 

OF  all  Comforts  I  mifcarryM, 
When  I  play'd  the  Sot  and  marry'd » 
TisaTrap  there's  none  need  doubt  on't, 
Thofe  that  are  in,  would  fain  get  out  on't. 

SHE. 
Fie!  my  Dear,  pray  come  10  Bed, 
That  Napkin  take,  and  bind  your  Head, 
Too  much  Drink  your  Brains  has  dos'd, 
You'll  be  quite  alter'd  when  repos'd. 

HE. 
Oons !  'tis  all  one  if  I'm  up  or  lie  down, 
For  as  foon  as  the  Cock  crows  I'll  be  gone. 

SHE. 
pis  to  grieve  me,  thus  you  leave  me, 
*Was  I,  was  I  made  a  Wife  to  lie  alone? 

Hi. 
From  your  Arms  myfelf  divorcing, 
I  this  Morn  muft  ride  a  courfing, 
A  Sport  that  far  excels  a  Madam, 
Or  all  the  Wives  that  have  been  fince  Mam, 


SHE* 


(  l6l  ) 

SHE. 
I,  when  thus  I've  loft  my  Due, 
Muft  hug  ray  Pillow  wanting  you } 
And  whilft  you  tope  it  all  the  Day, 
Regale  in  Cups  of  harmlefsTea. 

HE. 
Pox,  what  care  1 \  drink  your  Slops  till  you  die ; 
Yondei-'s  Brandy  will  keep  me  a  Month  from  home* 

5HE, 
If  thus  parted,  I'm  broken  hearted  j 
When  I,  when  I  fend  for  you,  my  Dear,  pray  corned 

HE. 
E*er  I'll  be  from  rambling  hindred, 
I'll renounce>my  Spoufe  and  Kindred* 
To  be  fober  I've  no  Leifure, 
What's  a  Man  without  his  Pleafure  > 

SHE. 
To  my  Grief  then  I  muft  fee, 
Strong  Wine  and  Nantz  my  Rivals  be  j 
Whilft  you  caroufe  it  with  your  Blades, 
Poor  I  fit  ftitching  wiih  my  Maids. 

HE. 
tDons!  you  may  go  to  your  GofUps,  you  know, 
And  there,  if  you  meet  with  a  Friend,  pray  do. 

SHE. 
<Jo,  ye  Joker,  go,  Provoker, 
Never,  never  mail  I  meet  a  Manlike  you. 


p 


SONG    XLVIL 


R  E  TT  Y  Parrot,  fay,  when  I  was  away, 
And  in  dull  Abfence  paft  the  Day, 
What  at  home  was  doing? 

With 


(   2SJ   ) 

With  Chat  and  Play 
We  were  gay, 
N;ght  and  Day 
Good  C  heer  and  Mirth  renewing^ 
Singing  laughing  all,  like  pretty  pretty  Poll* 

Was  no  Fop  fo  rude,  boldly  to  intrudes 
And  like  a  faucy  Lover  wou'd 
Court  and  teaze  my  Lady  ? 
A  thing  you  know, 
Made  for  fhow:S) 
Call'd  a  Beau, 
Near  her  was  always  ready, 
Ever  at  her  call,  like  pretty  pretty  Poll. 

Tell  me  with  what  Air,  he  approach'd  the  Fair* 
And  how  fhe  could  with  Patience  bear, 
All  he  did  and  utter'd  ? 
Hefiilladdrefs'd, 
Still  earefsd, 
Kifi'd  and  prefs'd, 
Sung,  prattVd,  laugh 'd  and  flutter*  d« 
Well  receivd  in  all,  like  pretty  pretty  Pol  & 

©id  he  go  away,  at  the  Clofe  of  Day, 
Or  did  he  ever  ufe  to  flay, 
In  a  Corner  dodging  .* 
The  Want  of  £>ight, 
When  'twas  Night, 
Spoil* d my  Sight-, 
But  I  believe  his  Lodging 
Was  within  her  Call,  like  pretty  frttty  Poll. 


SONG 


SONG    XL VIII. 

Sung  By  Pinkanello,  Merry-Andrew  to  Leverigo  tfo 
Mountebank  Doclor. 

HERE  are  People  and  Sports, 
Or  all  Sizes  and  Sorts, 

Coach'd  Dam/el  and  Squire, 

And  Mob  in  the  Mire, 

Tarfaulians,  Trugmallions, 

Lords,  Ladies,  Sows  Babies, 
And  Loobies  in  S  sores  j 

Somehawling,  fome  bawling, 

Some  leering,  fome  fleering, 

Some  loving,  fome  moving, 
With  Legions  of  ftirbelow'd  Whores?, 

To  the  Tavern  fome  go, 

And  fome  to  a  Show, 

See  Poppets  for  Moppets, 

Jack-Puddens  for  Cuddens, 

Rope-dancing,  Mares  prancing, 

Boats  flying,  Quacks  lying, 

Pick  Pockets,  pick  Plackets, 
Beafts,  Butchers,  and  Beaux', 

Tops  prattling,  Dice  rattling, 

Rooks  fhamming,  Vutts  damning, 

Whores  painted,  Masks  tainted 
In  Tally-man's  furbelow'd  Cloaths. 

The  Mob's  Joys  wou'd  ye  know, 
To  yon  Muftck-houfe  go, 
See  Taylers  and  Sailors, 
Whores  oily  and  doily 

Meat 


(  i&f  ) 

Hcarmufick  makes  you  fick; 
Some  skipping,  fome  tripping. 
Some  fmoaking,  fome  joakings 

LikeSpiggit  and  Tap; 

Short  meafure,  ftrange  Pleafure, 
Thus  billing  and  (willing. 
Some  yearly  get  fairly 

Bor  Pairings,  Pig,  Pork,  and  a  Clap. 


The  Second  Part. 


SE  E,  Sirs,  fee  here !  a  Dottor  rare, 
Who  travels  much  at  home  .' 
Here  take  my  Pills,  they  cure  all  Ills, 

Paft,  prefent,  and  to  come  $ 
The  Cramp,  the  Stich,  the  Squirt,  the  Irch5 

The  Gout,  the  Stone,  the  Pox, 
The  Mulligrubs,  the  wanton  Scrubs, 
And  all  Pandora's  Box : 
Thoufands  I've  differed, 
Thoufands  new  ere£ted, 
And  fuch  Cures  effefted, 
As  none  e'er  can  tell ; 

Let  the  Palfy  fhake  ye, 
LettheCholick  rake  ye, 
Let  the  Crinkoms  break  ye, 
Let  the  Murrain  take  ye, 
Take  this,  take  this,  and  you  are  well; 
Thoufands,  Sec. 

Come  7^/5  Co  keen,  devour'd  with  Sp^eem, 
And  Beaux  who've  fprain'd  your  Backs, 

Great-belly'd  Maids,  old  founder'd  Jades, 
And  pepper'd  Vizard  Cracks  j 
M 


(  166  ) 

IfoonremovethePainsof  Love, 

And  cure  the  amorous  Maid, 
The  hot,  the  cold,  the  young,  the  old, 

The  Living  and  the  Dead  j 
I  clear  the  Lafs  with  Wainfcot-face, 

And  fromPim-gennets  free, 
Plump  Ladies  red  like  Saracen's  Head 

With  toping  Ratafee. 
This,  with  a  Jirk,  will  do  your  Work, 

And  fcour  yeo'er  and  o'er  } 
Read,  judge,  and  try?  and  if  you  die, 

Never  believe  me  more. 


SONG    XLIX. 

OH!  thecharming  Month  of  May, 
When  the  Breezes 
Fan  the  Trees,  is 
Full  of  BlofTbms  frefh  and  gay: 
Ohi  the  charming  Month  of  May, 
Charming^  charming  Month  of  May. 

Qh !  what  Joy  our  Profpects  yield. 

When  in  new  Livery 

Wa  fee  every 
Bufla  and  Meadow,  Tree  and  Field  : 
Oh\  what  Joy,  &c.  Charming  Joys ,  See* 

Oh !  how  frefh  the  Morning  A  if, 

W  hen  the  Zephyrs, 

And t he  Heifers 
Their  odoriferous  Breath  compare? 
Oh  I  how  frgjk,  &c.  Cbarmiw  frefh,  &$. 

@h| 


(  *«7  ) 

Oh !  how  fweet  at  Night  to  dream, 

On  MofTy  Pillows, 

By  the  Trillows 
Of  a  gentle  purling  Stream  : 
Oh  !  how  fweet,  &c.  Charming  fweet,  &ei 

Oh!  how  kind  the  Country  Lafs, 

Who,  her  Cow  bilking, 

Leaves  her  Milking  _.. 

For  a  Green-gown  on  the  Grafs  ; 
Oh\  how  kind,  Sec.  Charming  kind,  &c» 

Oh !  how  fweet  it  is  to  fpy, 

At  the  Conclusion, 

Her  deep  Confufion, 
BlufhingCheeks- and  down-cart  Eye: 
Oh\  how  fweet,  &c.  Charming  fweet,  &c. 

Oh !  the  charming  Curds  and  Cream, 

When  all  is  over, 

She  gives  her  Lover,  ^ 

Who  on  the  Skimming-Difh  carves  her  Name; 
Oh !  the  charming  Curds  and  Cream, 
Charming,  charming,  &c. 


SONG    L. 

CUPID,  God  of  pleaflngAnguifh, 
Teach  th'  enamour'd  Swain  to  languifh, 
Teach  him  fierce  Defires  tO  know  j 
Heroes  would  be  loft  in  Story, 
Did  not  Love  infpire  their  Glory, 

Love  does  all  that'*  great  below. 

Mz  SONS 


* 


( m ) 

SONG    LI 

MY  Chide,  why  do  ye  flight  rae, 
Since  all  you  ask  you  have  ; 
No  more  with  Frowns  affright  me, 

Nor  ufe  me  like  a  Siave  : 
Good-Nature  to  difcover, 
Ufe  well  your  faithful  Lover, 
I'll  be  no  more  a  Rover, 
But  conftant  to  my  Grave. 

Could  we  but  change  Conditions, 
My  Grief  would  all  be  flown  j 

Were  1  the  kind  Phyfician, 
And  you  the  Patient  grown  : 

All  own  you're  wond'rous  pretty, 

Well  fhap'd,  and  alfo  witty, 

Enforc'd  with  generous  Pity, 
Then  make  my  Cafe  your  own. 

The  Silver  Swan,  when  dying, 

Has  moft  melodious  Lays, 
Likehim,  when  Life  is  flying, 

In  Songs  I'll  end  my  Days : 
Em  know,  thou  cruel  Creature, 
My  Soul  (hall  mount  the  fleeter, 
And  I  fhallfing  the  Tweeter, 

By  warbling  forth  thy  Praife. 


SONG    LIL 

N  this  Grove  myStrefhon  walk'd, 
Here  helpv'd,  and  there  he  talk'dj 
Here  helov'4,  &c. 

In 


(  iS»  ) 

In  this  Place  his  Lofs  I  prove, 

A  fad  Remembrance  ot  our  Love  : 

Oh !  lad  Remembrance  of  our  Love. 

In  this  Grove  my  Strephm  ftray'd, 
Here  he  fmjl'd,  and  there  betray'd, 

Here  he  fm'ifd,  &c. 
Every  whifpering  Breeze  can  tell, 
How  I,  poor  I  believing,  fell ; 
Ah!  by  too  foon  believing,  fell. 

By  this  Stream  my  Strephm  mov'd, 
Herehefung,  and  there  he  lovM* 

Here  he  fungt  Sec. 
Every  Stream  and  every  Tree 
Cries  out,  perfidious  cruel  he, 
And  helplefs  poor  forfaken  Che,' 

On  this  Bank  myStrephonleavi'd, 
A  lovely  Foe,  but  faithlefs  f  riendj 

A  lovely  Tee,  Sec. 
Yc  verdant  Banks,  each  Stream  and  Grove, 
Once  joyous  Scenes,  now  difmal  prov  e, 
Since Strephon's  falfe  to  me  and  Love. 


song  Lin. 

TRanfported  with  Pleaftire, 
I  gaze  on  my  Treafure, 
And  ravifh'd  my  Sight  5 
While  (he  gayly  fmiling, 
My  Anguifh  beguiling, 
Augments  my  Delight. 

M  %  Hat* 


S 


C  27°  I 

BowbleCUsaLover, 
\^hofe  Torments  are  over, 

His  Fears  and  his  Pain  ; 
When  Beauty  relenting, 
Repays  with  confentircg, 

Her  fcorn  and  Difdain! 


SONG    LIV, 

A  Quire  of  bright  Beauties 
In  Spring  did  appear9 
To  chufe  a  May-Lady 

To  govern  the  Year  j 
All  the  Nymphs  were  in  white, 

And  the  Shepherds  in  green, 
The  Garland  was  given, 

And  Phillu  was  Queen  1 
But  P/«7//>*£fuf  edit, 

And  fighingdidfay, 
I'll  not  wear  a  Garland 

While  -PajtU  a  way. 

While  Pan  and  fair  Syrinx 

Are  fled  from  the  Shore, 
The  Graces  are  banifh'd, 

And  Love  is  no  more  : 
ThefoftGodof  Pleafure 

That  warm'd  our  Deilrss, 
Has  broken  his  Bow, 

And  extinguiuYd  his  Fires  1 
And  vows  that  himfelf 

And  his  Mother  will  mourn, 
P  a  n  and  f  a  i  r  S  y  r inx. 

la  Triumph  return; 


For- 


(  *fi  ) 

Forbear  your  Addreffes, 

And  court  us  no  more  \ 
For  we  will  perform 

What  the  Deity  fwore  i 
But  ir  you  dare  think 

Of  deserving  our  Charms* 
Away  with  your  Sheep-hooks,. 

And  take  to  your  Arms  ; 
Then  Laurels  and  Myrtles 

Your  Brows  (hall  adorn, 
When  Pan  and  fair  Syrinx 

In  Triumph  return. 


SONG    LV. 

AS  charming  Clara  walk'd  alone, 
The  feather'd  Snow  came  for'tly  down, 
Like  Jove  defcending  from  his  Tower, 
To  court  her  in  a  (liver  Shower: 
The  mining  Flakes-flew  to  her  Breads, 
As  little  Birds  into  their  Nefts  i 
But  being  outdone  with  Whitenefs  there-, 
For  Grief  diilolv'd  into  a  Tear, 
Thence  lowing  down  her  Garoient^  Utmt 
To  decklw,  tvo^imoaGeui, 


SONG    LVI. 

YE  Beaux  of  Pleafure, 
Whofe  Wit  atLeifure,  ~~~ 

Can  count  Love's  Treafure, 
Its  Joy  andfmartj 


( *72  >: 

At  my  Defi-re, 
With  me  retire, 
To  know  what  Fire 
Confumesmy  Heart* 

Three  Moons  that  haded* 
Are  hardly  wafted* 
Since  Iwasblafted 

With  Beauty's  Ray. 
.Aurora  {hews  ye 
No  Face  Co  Rofie, 
No^iyPoile 

So  frefh  and  gay. 

Her  Skin  by  Nature* 
No  Ermin  better, 
Tho*  that  fine  Creature 

Is  white  as  Snow  : 
With  blooming  Graces 
Adorn'd her  Face  is, 
Her  flowing  Trebles 

As  black  as  Sloe. 

She's  tall  and  flender, 
She's  foft  and  tender, 
Some  Gods  commend  her* 

My  Wit's  too  low: 
'Twere  joyful  Plunder, 
To  bring,  her  under, 
She's  all  a  Wonder 

From  Top  to  Toe. 

Then  ceafe,  ye  Sages, 
To  quote  dull  Pages, 
That  in  all  Ages 

Our  Minds  are  frees 


t  *75  > 

Tho'  great  your  Skill  iss 
So  ftrong  the  Willis, 
My  Love  for  P£///« 
Muft  ever  be. 


SONG    LVII, 

ON  E  Evening  as  I  lay, 
A  mufing  ia  a  Grove* 
A  Nymph  exceeding  gay, 

Came  there  to  feek  her  Love  5 
But  finding  not  her  Swain, 

She  fat  her  down  to  grieve, 
And  thus  fhe  did  complain, 
How  Men  her  Sex  deceive. 

Believing  Maids,  take  care 

Of  falie  deluding  Men, 
Whofe  Pride  is  to  enmare 

Each  Female  that  they  can 
My  perjur'd  Swain  he  fwore 

A  thoufand  Oaths  to  prove* 
(As  many  have  done  before) 

How  true  he'd  be  to  Love. 

Then  Virgins,  formySake, 

Ne'er  truft  falfe  Man  again, 
The  Pleafure  we  partake, 

Ne'er  a  nfwers  half  the  Pain  5 
Uncertain  as  the  Seas, 

Is  their  unconilantJMind, 
At  once  they  burn  or  freeze, 

Still  changing  like  the  "Wind. 

M5  When 


( m.  > 

When  me  had  told  net  Tale,. 

Companion  feiz'd  ray  Heart, 
AndCw/iidid  prevail 

With  me,  to  take  her  Parts 
Then  bowing  to  the  Fair, 
1    T  made  my  kind  Addrefs, 
And  vow'd  to  bear  a  Share 

in  her  Unhappinefs. 

Surpriz'd  at  flrfl:  (he  rofe, 

And  ftrovefrom  me  to  fly : 
Itoldherl'ddifclofe 

For  Grief  a  Remedy  * 
Then,  with  a  fmiling  Look,, 

Said  (he,  to  afiwage  the  Storm* 
1  doubt  you've  undertook 

A  Task  you  can't  perf©roi» 

Since  Proof  convinces  bed, 

Fair  Maid,  believe  it  true,. 
That  Rage  is  but  a  Jeft, 

To  what  Revenge  can  do  v 
Then  ferve  him  in  his  Kind, 

And  fit  the  Fool  again  j 
Sach  Charms  were  ne'er  defign'd, 

For  fuch  a  faithlefs  Swain. 

1  courted  her  with  Care, 

Till  her  foft  Soul  gave  way, 
And  horn  her  Breaft  fo  fair, 

Stole  the  fweet  Heart  away : 
Then  (he  with  Smiles  confefs'd, 

Her  Mind  felt  no  more  Pain, 
While  fhe  was  t'uscarefs'd 

By  fuch  a  lovely  Swain.. 


S  €>  N 


( w ) 


SONG    LVIII. 

DO  notasfc  me,  charming  ?hillise 
Why  I  lead  you  here  alone, 
By  this  Bank  of  Pinks  and  Lillies, 
And  of  Rof  es  newly  blown* 

Tis  not  to  behold  the  Beauty, 

Of  thefe  Flowers  that  crown  the  Spring 
'Tis  to but  I  know  my  Duty, 

And  dare  never  name  the  Thi  ng„ 

Tis  at  Worft  but  her  denying, 
Why  fhou'd  I  thus  fearful  be  ? 

Every  Minute  gently  flying, 

Smiles  and  fay  Si  mak'eufeof  me.. 

What  the  Sun  does  to  the  Rofes, 

While  the  Beams  play  fvveetly  ia, 
Lwould,^—  but  my  Fear  oppofes, 
ft  And  I  dare  not  name  the  Thing, 

Yet  I  die  if  I  conceal  it  j 

Ask  my  Eyes  j  or  ask  your  owa» 
And  if  neither  can  reveal  it, 

Think  what  Lovers  think  alone. 

On  this  Bank  of  Pinks  arid  Lillies, 
Might  I  fpeak  what  I  would  do„ 

Jiwoa'd— — with  my  lovely  Phillis, 
Iwou'dj  Iwou'd Ah!  wou'dyou, 


SONG 


(•Z76) 


SON  G    LIX. 

PHIL  LIS  the  faireft  of  Love's  Foes, 
Tho'  fiercer  than  a  Dragon, 
Fhillis  that  fcorn'd  the  powder'd  Beaux, 
What  has  fhe  now  to  brag  on  ? 
What  has  fhe  now  to  brag  on  ? 
What  has  [hey  Sec. 
So  long  fhe  kept  her  Limbs  fo  clofe, 
Till  they  have  fcarce  a  Rag  on. 

Gompell'd  thro'  Want,  the  wretched  Maid 

Did  fad  Complaints  begin, 
^Vhich  fuily  Strephon  hearing,  faid. 

It  was  both  Shame  and  Sin, 

It  was  both  Shame  and  Sin, 

It  was  both,  &c. 
To  pityfuchalazy  Jade, 

Wou'd neither  kifsnor/pin.1 


SONG    LX. 

WHEN  Chloe  we  ply, 
Wefwearwemalldi'e, 
Her  Eyes  do  our  Hearts  fo  enthral  j 
But 'tis  for  her  Pelf, 
And  not  for  her f elf; 
fTis  all  Artifice,  Artifice  all. 

The  Maidens  are  coy, 
They'll  £ifh!   and  they'll  fie! 

And 


C  *77 ) 

And  fwear,  if  you're  rude,  they  will  calf* 

But  whifper  To  low, 

By  which  you  may  know, 
*Tis-all  Artifice,  Artifice  all. 

My  Dear,  the  Wives  cryv 

If  ever  you  die, 
To  marry  again  I  ne'er  fhall  1 

Butlef&thana  Year, 

Will  make  it  appear, 
'Tis  all  Artifice,  Artificeall. 

In  Matters  of  State, 

And  Party  Debate, 
For  Church  and  for  Juftice  We  bawl  5^ 

But  if  you'll  attend, 

You'll  find  in  the  End, 
'Tis  all  Artifice,  Artifice  all: 


SONG    LXL 

The  Parfon  among  the  Pea/ei. 

ON E  long  Whitfon Holy-day, 
Holy-day,  Holy-day,  it  was  a  jolly  Day., 
Young  Ralph  buxom  Phiitida,, 
"Shilllda,  ah  welladay ! 

Met  in  the  Peafe  j. 
They  long  had  Community, 
He  lovM  her,  fhe  lov'd  him, 
Joyful  Unity,  nought  but  Opportunity 
Scanting  was  wanting, 

Their  Bofoms  to  eafc. 


C278) 

Butnow  fortune's  Cruelty,  Cruelty' 
You  will  fee  -?  for  as  they  lie^ 
InclofeHug,  SirDomint 
Gemini  Gomini 

Chanc'd  to  comefyi 
He  read  Prayers  i*  the  Family, 
No  Way  now  to  frame  a  Mfifc- 
They  fcar'd  at  old  Homily  9 . 
Homily*  Homily* 

Both  away  fly* 

Home,  foon  as  he  f aw  the  Sight, . 

Full  of  Spight,  as  a  Knight,  runs  the  Rechabi*e3 

Like  a  noify  Hypocrmt- 

Hypocrite,  Hypocrite, 

Mifchief  to  /ayj 
Save  h«  wou'd  fair  Phillida,  it 
Phillida,  Phillida  dreft  that  Holy-day  3 
But  poor  Ralph,  ah,  welladay ! 
Welladay!  welladay* 

Turned  was  away. 

Ads  Nigs,  cries  Sir  Doming- 
Gemini  Gomini,  (hall  a  Rogue  flay. 
To  baulk  me,  as  commonly, 
Commonly,  commonly. 

Has  been  his  Way  e 
No,  I  few e  the  Family, 
They  know  nought  to  blame  me  bj, 
I  read  Prayers  and  Homily, 
Homily,  Homily, 

Three.  Times  a  Day. 


y'oNti 


(  Z7S>  X 
SONG    LXII.. 

HO  W  happy  are  we,. 
Who  from  thinking.are  free, 
That  curbing  Difeafeof  the  Mind  ? 
Gan  indulge  every  Tafte, 
Love  where  we  like  beft, 
Not  by  dull  Reputation  confinM* 

When  we  are  young;  fit  to  toy, , 

Gay  Delights  we  enjoy, 
And  have  Crowds  of  new  Lovers  (till  wooing  5 

When  we  are  old  and  decay'd, 

We  procure  for  the  Trade, 
Still  in  every  Age  we  are  doing, . 

If  a  Gully  we  meet,, 

We  fpend  what  we  get 
Every  Day,  for  the  next  never  think'  $ 

When  we  die,  where  we  go 

We  have  no  Senfe  to  know, 
lor  a  Bawd  always  dies  in  her  Drink; 


SONG    LXIIL 

ONE  April  Morn,  when  from  the  Sea 
"Phoebus  was  juft  appearing*. 
Damon  and  Celia  young  and  gay, 
Long  fettled  Love  endearing, 
Met  in  a  Grove  to  vent  their  Spleen 

On  Parents  unrelenting  5 
He  bred  of  Tory  Race  had  been,. 
She  of  the  Tribe  Dilating. 


(  i8o  > 

Ctlia,  whofe  Eyes  outfhone  the  God 

Newly  the  Hills  adorning, 
Told  him,  Mamma  would  be  ftark  mad* 

She  miffing  Prayers  that  Morning ; 
Damon,  his  Arm  about  her  Waift, 

Swore,  tho* nought  mould  them  funder, 
Shou'd  my  rough  Dad  know  how  I'm  blefl* 

'Twou'd  make  him  roar  like  Thunder. 

Great  Ones  made  by  Ambition  blind, 

By  Fa&ion  ft  ill  fupport  h; 
Or  where  yile  Money  taints  the  Mind, 

They  for  Convenience  court  it : 
But  might  Love  that  fcorns  to  (hew 

Party  mould  raife  his  Glory, 
Swears  he'll  exalt  a  Vaffal  true, 

Let  him  be  Whig  or  Tory, 


SONG    LXIV. 

AMongft  the  Willows  on  the  Grafs, 
Where  Nymphs  and  Shepherds  lie^ 
Young  Willy  courted  bonny  Be/s, 

And  N*// flood  lift  ning  by  5 
Says  Will,  we  will  not  tarry 
Two  Months  before  we  marry. 
No^  no,  fie  no,  never  never  tell  me  Co} 

For  a  Maid  I'll  live  and  die : 

Says  Nell,  fojhallnot  1, 

Says  Nell,  6cc. 

Long  time  betwixt  Hope  and  Defpair^ 

And  Kifles  mixt  between, 
He  with  a  Song  did  charm  her  Ear, 

Thinking  (he  chang'd  had  beenf 


Say  I- 


( a%  > 

SzysWU,  XwantaBleffmg, 

Subftantialler  than  kifiing. 

No,  no,  fie  no,  never  never  tell  me  Co» 
For  I  will  never  change  my  Mind: 
Says  Nell,  JheHlprovs  more  kind, 
SapTRtW,  &c. 

Smarting  Pain  the  Virgin  finds, 

Altho*  by  Nature  taught, 
When  fhe  firft  to  Man  inclines  : 

Jggoth  Nell,  I'll  venture  that. 
Oh  !  who  wou'd  lofe  a  Treafure/ 
Forfucha  puney  Pleafure! 
Not  I,  not  I,  no,  a  Maid  I'll  live  and  die^ 

And  to  my  Vow  be  true. 

Qnotb  Nell,  the  mors  Fool  you, 

«£*<>/£  Nell,  &c. 

To  my  Clofet  Til  repair, 

And  read  on  godly  Books, 
Forget  vain  Love,  and  worldly  Care," 

«2«0/£Nell,  that  likely  looks  i 
You  Men  are  all  perfidious, 
But  I  will  be  religious, 
Try  all,  fly  all,  and  while  1  breath  defy  all, 
Your  Sex  I  now  defpife. 

&*y;Nell,  by  Jove,  Jhelyes, 

Say^Nell,  6cc. 


SONG    LXV. 

S  BLIND  A  fure's  the  brighteft  Thing, 
That  decks  the  Earth,  or  breathes  our  All*  $ 
Mild  are  her  Looks  like  opening  Spring, 
And  like  the  blooming  Summer  fair. 


£'-* 


( ^1 ) 

But  then  her  Wit's  Co  very  final), 
That  all  her  Charms  appear  to  JTe, 

Like  glaring  Colours  on  a  Wall, 
And  ftiike  no  f  mtaer  than  the  Eye. 

Our  Eyes  luxurioufly  fhe  treats, 
Our  Earsare  abfent  from  the  Feafr* 

One  Senfe  is  lurfeited  with  Sweets, 
Starv'd  ordifguited  are  the  reft. 

So  have  I  feen  with  Afped bright, 
And  taudry  Pride,  a  Tulip  fwell, 

Blooming  and  beauteous  to  the  Sight, 
Dull  and  infipid  to  the  Smell. 


S  O  N  G    LXVI. 

A  Trifling  Song  ye  fhall  hear, 
Begun  with-a  Trifle  and  ended  j. 
All  trifling  People  draw  near, 
And  I  fhall  be  nobly  attended. 

Were  it  not  fov  Trifles  a  tew, 

That  lately  came  into  Play, 
The  Men  wofcl  J  want  fomcthing  to  do, 

The  Women  want  fomething  to  fay» 

What  makes  Men  trifle  in  drefling  ?. 

Becaufe  the  Ladies  they  know, 
Admire,  by  often  carefling 

That  eminent  Trifle,  a  BeauSj 


Wfeea 


( ** ) 

When  the  Lover  his  Moments  has  trifled^ 
TheTrrfleof  Trifles  to  gain, 

No  fooner  the  Virgin  is  rifled,. 
But  a  Trifle  fhall  part  them  again, 

What  Mortal  wou'd  ever  be  able, 
At  White's  half  a  Moment  to  fit  ? 

Or  who  is't  could  bear  a  Tea-tabte, 
Without  talking  Trifles  for  Wit  ? 

The  Court  is  from  Trifles  fecure, 
Gold  Keys  are  no  Trifles,  we  fee  § 

White  Rods  are  no  Trifles,  I'm  fur  a, 
Whatever  their  Bearers  may  be, 

But  if  you  will  go  to  the  Place, 
Where  Trifles  abundantly  breed  j 

The  Levee  will  fnew  you  his  Grace 
Makes  Promifes  Trifles  indeed  1 

A  Coach  with  fix  Footmen  behind;, 

I  count  neither  Trifle  nor  Sin  j 
But,  ye  Gods !  how  oft  do  we  find 

A  fcandalous  Trifle  within. 

A  Flask  of  Champaign  People  think  it 
ATrifle,  orfomething  a&bad  ; 

But  if  you'll  contrive  how  to  drink  us 
You'll  find  it  no  Trifle,  Egad. 

A  Parfon's  a  Trifle  at  Sea, 
A  Widow's  a  Trifle  in  Sorrow  j 

A  Peace  is  a  Trifle  To-day, 

To  break  it  a  Trifle  To-morrow. 


& 


(  *84  ) 

A  Black-Coat  a  Trifle  may  cloak, 
Or  to  hide  it  the  Red  may  endeavour  j 

Bur  if  once  the  Army  is  broke, 
We  (hall  have  more  Trifles  than  ever. 

The  Stage  is  a  Tiifle  they  fay, 
The  Rcafon  pray  carry  along  5 

Becaufe  that  at  every  new  Play, 

The  Houfe  they  with  Trifles  fo  throng. 

But  with  People's  Malice  to  trifle, 

And  to  fet  us  all  on  a  Foot  j 
The  Author  of  this  is  a  Trifle, 

And  his  Song  is  a  Trifle  to  boot. 


SONG    LXVII, 

FROM  grave  LefTons  and  Reftraint* 
I'm  ftole  out  to  revel  here  5 
Yet  I  tremble  and  I  faint, 
In  the  middle  of  the  Fair* 

Oh!  would  Fortune  in  my  Way 
Throw  a  Lover  kind  and  gay  j 
Now's  theTime  he  foon  might  move 
A  young  Heart  unus'd  to  Love. 

Shall  I  venture  ?  No,  no,  no, 
Shall  I  from  the  Danger  go  \ 
Oh!  no,  no,  no,  no,  no, 
Irnuftnottry,  I  cannot  fly, 
1  aauft  nota  durft  not,  cannot  &y» 

Help- 


Nfoj- ) 

Help  me,  Nature;  help  me,  Art} 
Why  fhould  I  deny  my  Part  J 
If  a  Lover  will  purfue, 
Like  the  wif  eft  let  me  do  5 
I  will  fit  him  if  he's  true, 
If  he's  falfe  I'll  fit  him  too. 


SONG    LXVIII. 

Women  and  Wine, 

SOME  fay  Women  are  like  Seas, 
Some  the  Waves,  and  ibme  the  Rocks, 
Some  the  Rofe  that  foon  decays, 

Some  the  Weather,  fome  the  Cocks  j 
But  if  you'll  give  me  leave  to  tell, 
There's  nothing  can  be  compar'd  Co  well, 
As  Wine,  Wine,  Women  and  Wine, 
They  run  in  a  Parallel, 

Women  are  Witches  when  they  will, 

So  is  Wine,  fo  is  Wine, 
Theymake  the  Statefman  Iofe  his  Skill, 

She  Soldier,  Lawyer,  and  Divine  j 
They  put  a  Gigg  in  the  graved  Skull, 
And  fend  their  Wits  to  gather  Wool  j 
"•TisWine,  Wine,  Women  and  Wine, 
They  run  in  a  Parallel. 

Whatis't  that  makes  your  Face  fo  pale, 
What  is't  that  makes  your  Looks  divine, 

What  makes  your  Courage  rife  and  fall, 
Is  it  not  Women,  is  it  not  Wine? 


Whence 


(  1%6  ) 

Whence  proceed  th*  inflaming  Dofes, 
That  fet  Fire  to  your  Kofes  J 
From  Wine,  Wine,  Women  and  Wine, 
They  run  in  a  Parallel. 


SONG    LXIX. 

WOU'DyoucWeaWife, 
For  a  happy  Life, 
Leave  the  Couit,  and  the  Country  take, 
Where  Dolly  and  S«y, 
Young  Molly  and  Prtte, 
Follow  Roger  and  John, 
Whilft  Harveft  goes  on, 
And  merrily  merrily  rake. 

Leave  the  London  Dames, 
(Be  it  fpoke  to  their  Shames) 

To  lie  in  their  Beds  till  Noon, 
Then  get  up  and  ftretch, 
And  paint  too  and  patch, 
Some  Widgeon  to  catch, 
Then  look  on  their  Watch, 

And  wonder  they  rofe  upfo  foon. 

Then  Coffee  and  Tea, 

Both  Green  and  Bohea, 
Are  ferv'd  to  their  Tables  in  Plate, 

Where  Tattles  do  run, 

AsfwiftastheSun, 

Of  what  they  have  won,* 

And  who  isundone 
"By  their  gaming  and  fitting  up  late, 


The 


(  *87) 

The  Lafs  give  me  here, 

Tho'  brown  as  myBeer, 
That  knows  how  to  govern  herHouTes 

That  can  milk  her  Cow, 

Or  farrow  her  Sow, 

Make  Butter  and  Cheefe, 

Or  gather  green  Peaie 
And  values  fine  Clo  the  s  not  a  Soufe* 

This  is  the  Girl 

Worth  Rubies  and  Pearl, 

A  Wife  that  will  make  a  Man  rich  : 
We  Gentlemen  need 
No  Quality  Breed, 
To  fquander  away 
What  Taxes  wou'd  pay  3 

VFe  care  not  in  faith  for  fuch. 


SONG    LXX. 

YE  S  I  could  love,  if  I  could  Hod 
A  Miftrefs  fitted  to  my  Mind, 
Whom  neither  Gold  nor  Pride  could  movej, 
To  change  her  Virtue  or  -her  Love: 

Loves  to  go  neat,  nottogofine, 
Loves  for  myfelf,  and  not  for  mine  5 
Not  City  proud,  nor  nice  and  coy, 
But  full  of  Love,  and  full  of  Joy  t 

;  Not  Childifh  young,  nor  Beldame  old, 
Not  fiery  hot,  nor  icy  cold, 
Not  gravely  wife  to  rule  the  State, 
Not  foolifh  to  be  poimed  at  .- 


Not 


h 


) 

Not  worldly  rich,  nor  bafely  poor, 
Norchafte,  nor  a  reputed  Whore: 
If  fuchanoneyoucandifcover, 
Pray,  Sir,  intitle  me  her  Lover. 


SONG    LXXI. 

BLefs'd  as  th*  immortal  Gods  is  he, 
The  Youth  who  fondly  fits  by  thee, 
And  hears  and  fees  thee  all  the  while, 
Softly  fpeak  and  fweetly  fmile. 

*Twas  this  bereavM  my  Soul  of  Reft, 
And  raised  i uch  Tumults  in  my  Breaft  j 
For  while  I  gaz'd  in  Tranfport  toft, 
My  3reath  was  gone,  my  Voice  was  loft, 

My  Bofom  glow'd ;  the  fubtle  Flame 
Ran  quick  thrO*  all  my  vital  Frame ; 
O'er  my  dim  Eyes  a  Darknefs  hung, 
My  Ears  with  hollow  Murmurs  rung. 

In  dewy  Damps  my  Limbs  were  chill'd, 
My  Blood  with  gentle  Horrors  thrill'd. 
My  feeble  Pulfe  forgot  to  play, 
I  tainted,  funk,  and  dy'd  away. 


SONG    LXXII. 

YOU  may  ceafe  to  complain, 
For  your  Suit  is  in  vain, 
AH  Attempts  you  can  make 
But  augments  her  Difdain  j 

She 


( **9  i 

She  bids  you  give  over 

While  *tis  in  your  Power,' 
for  except  her  Efteem 

She  can  grant  you  no  more  3 
Her  heart  has  been  long  fince 

Aifauked  and  won, 
Her  Truth  is  as  lading 

And  firm  as  the  Sun; 
You'll  find  it  more  eafy 

YourPafiion  to  cure, 
Than  for  ever  thofe  fruitlefs 

Endeavours  endure. 

You  may  give  this  Advice 

To  the  Wretched  and  Wife, 
But  a  Lover  like  me 

Will  thofe  Precepts  defpife  \ 
I  fcorn  to  give  over, 

Were  it  in  my  Power; 
Tho' Efteem  were  deny'd  me, 

Yet  her  I'll  adore, 
A  Heart  that's  been  touch'd 

Will  fome  Sympathy  bear, 
'Twill  leffen  my  Sorrows, 

If  (betakes  a  Share; 
I'll  count  it  more  Honoue 

In  dying  her  Slave, 
Than  did  her  Affe&tons 

The  Steddinefs  crave. 

You  may  tell  her  HI  be 
Her  true  Lover,  tho'  (he 

Should  Mankind  defpife 
Out  of  Hatred  to  rue. 


N  'Tis 


(  apo  ) 

*Tls  mean  to-give  o'er 

'Cau(e  we  get  no  Rewarda 

She  loft  not  her  Worth 
When  I  loft  her  Regard : 

My  Love  on  an  Altai- 
More  noble  (hall  burn, 

Iftill  will  love  on 

Without  Hopes  of  Return  j 

I'll  tell  her  fome  other 
Has  kindled  the  Flame, 

And  I'll  figh  for  herfelf 
In  another  one's  Name. 


SONG    LXXIII. 

The  Tippling  Philefophers. 

DIOGENES  furly  and  proud, 
Who  fnarl*d  at  the  Macedon  Youth, 
Delighted  in  Wine  that  was  good, 

Becaufe  in  good  Wine  there  was  Truth} 
But  growing  as  poor  as  a  Job, 
Unable  to  purchafe  a  Flask, 
He  chofe  tor  his  Manfion  a  Tub, 
And  liv'd  by  the  Scent  of  the  Cask. 

Beraclitus  ne'er  would  denv 
A  Bumper  to  cherifh  his  Heart;' 

And  when  he  wasrnau4iin  would  cry, 
Becauie  he  had  empty'd  his  Quart ; 


Th©' 


(  *9i  ) 

Tho'  fome  are  fo  foolifh  to  think, 

He  wept  at  Men's  Follies  and  Vice, 
>Twa$  only  his  Cuftom  to  drink, 

Till  the  Liquor  flow'd  out  of  his  Eyes. 

Democritus  always  was  glad 

To  tipple,  and  cherifh  his  Soul  j  .- 
Would  laugh  like  a  Man  that  was  mad, 

When  over  a  good  flowing  Bowl  i 
As  long  as  his  Cellar  was  ftor'd, 

The  Liquor  he'd  merrily  quaff; 
And  when  he  was  drunk  as  a  Lord, 

At  them  that  were  fober  he'd  laugh.' 

Wife  Solont  who  carefully  gave 

Good  Laws  unto  Athens  of  old, 
And  thought  the  rich  Croefus  a  Slave 

(Tho'a  King)  to  his  Coffers  of  Gold  j 
He  delighted  in  plentiful  Bowls; 

But  drinking,  much  Talk  would  decline* 
Becaufe  'twas  the  Cuftom  of  Fools, 

To  prattle  much  over  their  Wine. 

Old  Socrates  ne'er  was  content, 

Till  a  Bottle  had  heighten'd  his  Joys, 
Who  in's  Cups  to  the  Oracle  went, 

Or  he  ne'er  had  been  counted  fo  wife  s 
Late  Hoursiie'  mod  certainly  lov'd, 

Made  Wine  the  Delight  of  his  Life, 
Or  Xantippe  would  never  have  prov'd 

Such  a  damnable  Scold  of  a  Wife. 

Grave  Seneca,  fam'd  for  his  Parts, 

Who  tutor'd  the  Bully  of  Rome, 
Grew  wife  o'er  his  Cups  and  his  Quarts, 

Which  he  drank  like  a  Mifera;  home  5 

N  z  And, 


(  m ) 

And,  to  fhew  lie  lov'd  Wine  that  was  good 
To  the  laft:  (we  may  truly  aver  it) 

He  tin&ur'd  his  Bath  with  his  Blood, 
Sofancy'd  he  dy\i  in  his  Claret. 

Pythagoras  did  Silence  enjoin 

On  his  Pupils  who  wifdom  would  feek  i 
Becaufe  he  tippled  good  Wine, 

Till  himfelfwas  unable  tofpeak; 
And  when  he  was  whimfical  grown, 

With  lipping  his  plentiful  Bowl.'?, 
By  the  Strength  of  the  Juice  in  his  Crown, 

He  conceiv'd  Transmigration  of  Souls, 

Copernicus  too,  like  the  reft, 

Ueliev'd  there  was  W'ifdom  in  Wine, 
And  thought  that  a  Cup  of  the  Bed 

Made  Reafon  the  brighter  to  fhine; 
With  Wine  he  replenifh'd  his  Veins, 

And  made  his  Philofophy  reel ; 
Then  fancy'd  the  World,  like  his  Brains. 

Turn'd  round  like  a  Chariot  Wheel. 

Ariftotle?  that  Mafter  of  Arts, 

Had  been  but  a  Dunce  without  Wine, 
And  what  we  afcribe  to  his  Parts,, 

1  s  due  to  the  Juice  of  the  Vine  : 
His  Belly,  moft  Writers  agree, 

Was  big  as  a  Watering-troughs 
He  therefore  ieap'd  into  the  Sea, 

Eecaufe  he'd  have  Liquor  enough. 

Old  Platowzs  reckon'd  divine, 
He  fondly  to  Wifdom  was  prone; 

But  had  it  not  been  for  good  Wine, 
His  Merits  had  nsver  been  known. 


By 


By  Wine  we  are  generous  made, 
It  furnifhes  Fancy  with  Wings, 

Without  it  we  ne'er  fhouM  have  had 
Philoiophers,  Poets,  or  Kings. 


SONG    LXXIV. 

Down  among  the  dead  Men, 

HE  R  E  's  a  Health  to  the  King,  and  a  lading  Peace  -3 
May  Fa&ion  be damn'd,  and  Difcord  ceaie  y 
Come,  let  us  drink  it  while  we've  Breath, 
For  there's  no  drinking  after  Death  5 
And  he  that  won't  with  this  comply, 
Down  among  the  dead  Men, 
Dow  n  among  the  dead  Men, 
Down,  down,  down,  down, 
Down  among  (he  dead  Men,  let  him  lit. 

Now  a  Health  to  the  Queen,  and  may  fhe  long 
Be  our  firft  fair  Toaft  to  grace  our  Song  ; 
Off  wi'  your  Hats,  wi*  your  Knee  on  the  Ground, 
Take  off  your  Bumpers  all  around  ; 
And  he  that  will  not  drink  this  dry, 
Down  among,  Sec.  let  him  lie. 

Let  charming  Beauty's  Health  go  round, 
In  whom  celeftial  Joys  are  found  j 
And  may  Confufion  ftill  purfue 
The  fenfelefs  Woman-hating  Crew  j 
And  he  that  will  this  Health  deny, 
Down  among,  3cc,  let  him  lie. 

N  3  Here's 


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Here's  thriving  to  Trade,  and  the  Common-Weal, 
And  Patriots  to  their  Counrry  leal ; 
But  who  tor  Bribes  gives  Satan  his  Soul, 
May  he  ne'er  laugh  o'er  a  flowing  Bowl  5 
And  all  that  with  fuch  Rogues  comply, 
Down  among,  6c c.  let  him  He. 

In  fmiling  Bacchus'  Joys  Ml  roll, 
Deny  no  Pleafure  to  my  Soul ; 
Let  Bacchus'  Health  round  fwiftly  move, 
For  Bacchus  is  a  Friend  to  Love  -, 
And  he  that  does  this  Health  deny, 
T>own  among,  &.c.  let  him  lie. 


SONG    LXXV. 

HE  that  will  not  merry  merry  be, 
With  a  generous  Bowl  and  a  Toaft, 
May  he  in  Bridewell  be  fhut  up, 
And  faft  bound  to  a  Poll: : 
Let  him  be  merry  merry  there, 
And  "we'll  be  merry  merry  here  J 
"For  zvho  can  know  wfare  we  (hall  go.  > 
To  be  merry  another  Tear  g 

He  that  will  not  merry  merry  be, 
And  take  hfs  Giafs  in  Courfe, 
May  he  be  obliged  to  drink  (mail  Beer, 
Ne'er  a  Penny  in  his  Purfe  : 
Let  him  be  merry,  &c. 

He  that  will  not  merry  merry  be, 
With  a  Company  of  jolly  Boys, 


May 


( 2i>r ) 

May  he  be  plagu'd  with  a  fcolding  Wife, 
To  confound  him  with  her  Noife  : 
Let  bim  be  merry,  6c  c. 

He  that  will  not  merry  merry  be, 
With  his  Miftrefs  in  his  Bed, 
Let  him  be  buried  in  the  Church-yard, 
And  me  put  inhis Stead: 
Let  him  be  merry ,  8ce. 


SONG    LXXVT. 

TOLLY  Mortals,  fill  your  Glaflesj 
Noble  Deeds  are  done  by  Wine  \ 
Scorn  the  Nymph  and  all  her  Graces : 
Who'd  for  Love  or  Beauty  pine  ? 

Look  upon  this  Bowl  that's  flowing, 
And  a  thoufand  Charms  you'll  find, 

More  than  in  Cbloe  when  juft  going, 
In  the  Moment  to  be  kind. 

Alexander  hated  Thinking* 

Drank  about  at  Council-board  , 
Made  Friends,  and  gain'd  the  World  by  drinking, 

More  than  by  his  conquering  Sword, 


SONG    LIX. 

SINCE  we  die  by  the  help  of  good  Wine, 
I  will  that  a  Tun  be  my  Shrine  j 
And  engrave  it  on  my  Tombj 

N  4  Here 


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Here  lies  a  Body,  once  fo  brave,  |    \» 

Who  with  drinking  made  his  Grave,  V 

Who  with,  dec,  I    <\ 

Since  thus  to  die  will  purchafe  Fame, 

And  leave  an  everlaftingName, 

Since  thus  to  die,  &c. 

Drink,  drink  away,  drink,  drink  away,1 

And  let  us  be  nobly  interr'd. 

Drink,  drink,  & c. 

Let  Mifers  and  Slaves 

Pop  into  their  Graves, 
And  rot  in  a  dirty  Church-yard, 
And  rot  in  adirty  Churcb«yard, 
Let  Mi  firs,  6c  c. 


SONG   Lxxvnr. 

BACCHUSisa  Power  divine  ; 
For  he  no  fooner  fills  my  Head 
With  mighty  Wine, 
But  all  my  Cares  refign, 

And  droop,  and  droop,  and  fink  down  dead ; 
Then,  then  the  plealing  Thoughts  begin. 
And  I  in  Riches  flow. 
At  lead  I  fancy  fbj 
And  without  Thought  of  Want  I  fing, 
Stretch'd  on  the  Earth,  my  Head  all  around 
With  Flowers,  weavM  into  a  Garland,  crown 'd  j 
Then,  then  I  begin  to  live, 
And  fcorn  what  all  the  World  can  fhow  or  give. 
Let  the  brave  Fools  that  fondly  think 
Of  Honour,  and  delight 
To  make  a  Nolle,  aNoife,  and  %ht, 

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Go  feek  out  War  whilft:  I  feek  Peace, 
Whilft  I  fee k  Peace,  feek  Peace,  and  drink. 
Whilft  I  feek  Peace,  feek  Peace,  and  drink  j 
Then  fill  my  Glafs,  fill  fill  it  high; 
Some  perhaps  think  it  fit  to  fall  and  die  i 
But  when  Bottles  are  rang'd 

Make  War  with  me, 
The  fighting  Fool  (hall  fee, 

When  I  am  funk, 
The  Difference  to  lie  dead, 

And  lie  dead  drunk  j 
The  fighting  Fool,    &c« 


SONG    LXXIX. 

YE  Virgin  Powers,  defend  my  Heart, 
From  amorous  Looks  and  Smiles  $ 
From  faucy  Love,  or  nicer  Art, 
Which  mo  ft  our  Sex  beguiles. 

From  Sighs  and  Vows,  and  awful  Fears, 

That  do  to  Pity  move; 
From  fpeaking  Silence,  and  from  Tears, 

Thole  Springs  that  water  Love. 

But  if  thro*  Paffion  I  grow  blind, 

Let  Honour  be  my  Guide ; 
And  when  frail  Nature  ieemsinclin'd, 

There  place  a  Guard  of  Pride. 

An  Heart,  whofe  Flames  are  feen,  tho' pure, 

Needs  every  Virtue's  Aid  ; 
And  (lie  who  thinks  herfelffecure, 

The  fooneft  is  beuay'd. 

K  5  SONG 


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SONG    LXXX. 

WHY  ftiou'd a foolifh Marriage-Vow* 
Which  long  ago  was  made, 
Oblige  us  to  each  other  now, 
When  Pamonisdecay'd  I 
Welov'd,  andwelov'd 
As  long  as  we  cou'd^ 
Till  Lo ve  w  a  s  iov  sd  out  of  us  both  ■? 
JBut  our  Marriage  is  dead, 
When  the  Pleasure  is  fled  j 
5Twas  Plea  fur  e  fir  ft  made  it  an  Oath, 

I,1 1  have  Pleafure  for  a  Friend, 
And  further  Love  in  ftore, 
yt  hat  W  rong  lias  he  whofe  Joys  did  end, 
And  who  cou*d  give  no  more  ? 

'Tis  a  Madnefs  that  he 

Shou'd  be  jealous  of  me, 
Or  that  I  fnou'd  bar  him  of  another  ; 

For  all  we  can  gain, 

Is  to  give  our  felves  Pain, 
When  neither  can  hinder  the  other. 


SONG    LXXXL 

MY  dear  rVliftrefs  has  a  Heart, 
Soft  astheie  Icine  Looks  me  gave  me, 
When  with  Love's  refiftlefs  Art, 
And  her  Eyes  [he  did  enilave  me  i 

But 


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But  her  Conftancy's  Co  weak, 
She's  fo  wild  and  apt  to  wander, 

That  my  jealous  Heart  would  break, 
Shou'd  we  live  one  Day  afunder. 

Melting  Joys  about  her  move, 

Killing  Pleafures,  wounding  BlifTes ; 
She  can  drefs  her  Eyes  in  Love, 

And  her  Lips  can  arm  with  KiHes  : 
Angels  liften  when  (he  fpeaks  j 

She's  my  Delight,  all  Mankind's  Wonder  • ! 
But  my  jealous  Heart  wou'd  break, 

Shou'd  we  live  one  day  afunder. 


SONG    LXXXIL 

I*L  L  fail  upon  the  Dog-ftar, 
And  then  purfue  the  Morning 3 
I'll  chafe  the  Moon  till  it  be  Noon, 
I'll  make  her  leave  her  Horning. 

I'll  climb  the  frofly  Mountain, 

And  there  I'll  coin  the  Weathers 
I'll  tear  the  Rainbow  from  the  Sky, 

And  tye  both  Ends  together  ; 

The  Stars  pluck  from  their  Orbs  too, 

And  croud  them  in  my  Budget  ; 
And  whether  I'm  a  roaring  Boy , 

Let  Grejham  College  judge  it : 

While  I  mount  yon  blue  Cce'tm, 

To  fhun  the  tempting  Gip£es  j 
Play  ac  Foot-ball  with  the  Sun  and  Moon, 

Andiright  ye  with  Eclpfes. 

SONG 


( S00 ) 

SONG    LXXXIII. 


JAMES. 

PRithee,  Sufan,  what  doft  mule  ons 
By  this  doleful  Spring  ? 
Youare,  I  fear,  in  love,  my  Dears 
Alas  poor  Thing! 

SUSAN. 
Truly,  Jamie,  I  mud  blame  ye, 

You  look  Co  pale  and  wan; 
I  fear  'twill  prove  you  are  in  loves 
Alas  poor  Man/ 

JAMES.- 
Nay,  mySuty,  now  I  view  ye  j 

Well  1  know  your  Smart, 
When  you're  alone  youflghand  groan  ^ 
Alas  poor  Heart  ! 

SUSAN. 
Jamie,  hold  5  I  dare  be  bold 

To  fay,  thy  Heart  is  dole, 
And  know  the  She  as  well  as  thee j 
Alas  poor  Soul ! 

JAMES. 
Then,  my  Sue,  tell  me  who; 

I'll  give  thee  Beads  of  Pearl, 
Andeafethy  Heart  of  all  this  Smart  5 
Alas  poor  Girl.1 

SUSAN. 
Jamie,  no,  if  you  fhou'd  know, 

I  fear  'twou'd  make  you  fad, 
And  pine  away  both  Night  and  Day, 
Alas  poor  Lad  j 


JAMES. 


(  joi) 

JAMES. 

Why  then,  iny  Sue,  it  is  for  you, 

That  I  burn  in  thefe  Flames ; 
£nd  when  I  die,  I  know  you'll  cry,, 

Alas  poor  James] 

SUSAN. 
Say  you  fo,  then,  Jamie,  know, 

If  you  fhou'd  prove,  untrue. 
Then  mull  llikewife  cry, 

Alas  poor  Sue ! 

Quoth  he,  then  join  thy  Hand  with  mine* 

And  we  will  wed  to-day  ; 
I  do  agree,  here 'tis,  quoth  fhe, 

Come  let's  away. 


SONG    LXXXIV, 


WHEN,  lovely  Pkillis,  thou  art  kind, 
Nought  but  Raptures  fill  my  Mind  5. 
'Tis  then  I  think  thee  fo  divine, 
T'excel  the  mighty  Power  of  Wine  :: 
But  when  thou  infult'ft,  and  laughs  at  iny  pain," 
I  wafh  thee  away  with  fparkling  Champaign  -, 
So  bravely  contemn  both  the  Boy  and  his  Mother, 
And  drive  out  one  God  by  the  Power  of  another. 

When  Pity  in  thy  Looks  I  fee, 
I  frailly  quit  my  Friends  for  thee  5- 
Perfuafive  Love  Co  charms  me  then,' 
My  Freedom  I'd  not  wifh. again  t 

But 


(   }0t  ) 

But  when  thou  art  cruel,  and  heeds  not  my  Cave', 
Then  ftraight  with  a  Bumper  I  banifh  Defpair ; 
So  bravely  contemn  both  the  Boy  and  his  Mother, 
And  drive  cut  one  God  by  the  Power  of  another. 


SONG    LXXXV, 


YO  U  that  love  Mirth,  attend  to  my  Song, 
A  Moment  you  never  can  better  employ  5 
Saw ny  and  Teague  were  trudging  along, 

A  bony  Scots  Lad  and  an  Irijh  Dear-Joy  $ 
They  neither  before  had  feen  a  Wind-mill, 
Nor  had  they  heard  ever  of  any  fuch  Name  ; 
As  they  were  a  walking, 
And  merrily  talking, 
At  la  ft  fey  meer  Chance  to  a  Wind-mill  they  came. 

Haha!  crysSawny,  whatdo  ye  ca' that* 

To  tell  the  right  Name  o't  I  am  at  a  Lofs. 
Teague  very  readily  anfwer'd  the  Scot, 

Indeed  I  believe  it'fh  Shaint  Patrick's  Crofs, 

Says  Savny9  ye'll  find  your  fell  meikle  miftaken^ 

For  it  is  Saint  Andrew's  Crofs  I  can  fwear  5 

For  there  is  his  Bonnet, 

And  Tartans  hang  on  it, 

The  Plaid  and  the  Trews  our  Apoftle  did  wear. 

Nay,  o'my  Shoul,  Joy,  thou  tellefht  all  Lees, 
For  that  I  will  Ihwear  is  Shaint  Patrick'sCoatj, 

I  Enee't  him  in  Irian  A  buying  the  Freeze, 
And  that  I  am  ihure  ifh  the  fhame  that  he  bought; 


And 


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And  he  is  a  Shaint  mufh  better  than  ever 
Made  either  the  Covenantm  fliolemn  or  League : 
For  o'  my  Shalwation, 
He  was  my  Relafhion, 
And  had  a  great  Kindnefh  for  honefht  poor  Teague* 

Wherefore  fays  Teague  I  will  by  my  Shoul, 

Lay  down  my  Napfhak,  and  takeout  my  Beads, 
And  under  thisholy  Crofs,  Fet  I  will  fall, 

And  (hay  Pater-nojhter,  and  fhomeof  our  Creeds  i 
So  Teague  began  with  humble  Devotion^ 
To  kneel  down  before  St.  Patrick's  Crofs  j 
The  Wind  fell  a  blowing,. 
And  fet  it  a-going, 
And  it  gave  our  Dear-Joy  a  terrible  Tofs. 

Satvny  tehee'd,  to  fee  how  poor  Teague 

Lay  fcrafching  his  Ears  and  roll  on  the  Grafs, 
Swearing,  it  was  furely  the  De'ils  Whirlygig, 

And  none  (he  roar'd  out)  of  St.Patrick's Crofs  a* 
But  ifh  it  indeed,  crys  he  in  a  Pamon, 

The  Crofs  of  our  Shaint  that  has  crofht  me  fo  fore  i 
Upo'  my  Salwafhion, 
This  fhall  be  a  CawQiion,, 
To  truft  to  St.  Patrick's  KLindnefh  no  more,. 

Sarony  to  Teague  then  merrily  cry'd, 

This  Patron  of  yours  is  a  very  fad  Loun, 
To  hit  you  fie  a  fair  Thump  on  the  Hide, 

For  kneeling  before  him,  and  feeking  a  Boanj 
Let  me  advife  ye  to  ferve  our  St.  Andrew, 
He,  by  my  Saul,  was  a  fpecial  gude  Man  j 
For  fince  youi:  St  Patrick 
Has  ferv'd  you  fie  a  Trick, 
I'd  fee  him  hung  up  e'er  I!d  ferve  him  again. 

SON  G 


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SONG  Lxxxvr. 

MAY  the  Ambitious  ever  find 
Succefs  in.  Crouds  and  Noi'fe, 
While  gentle  Love  does  fill  my  Mind 
.With  filent  real  Joys. 

May  Knaves  and  Fools  grow  rich  and  great3 
And  all  the  World  think  them  wife, 

While  I  lie  at  my  Nanny's  Feet, 
And  all  the  World  defpife. 

Let  conquering  Kings  new  Triumphs raife. 

And  melt  in  Court-Delights;. 
Her  Eyes  can  give  much  brighter  Days, 

Her  Arms  much  fofter  Nights. 


SONG    LXXXVII. 

CELId,  too  late  you  wou'd  repent: 
The  offering  all  your  Store, 
Is  now  but  like  a  Pardon  fenr, 
To  one  that's  dead  before. 

While  at  the  firft  you  cruel  prov'd, 

And  grant  the  Blifs  too  late, 
You  hindex'd  me  of  one  I  lov'd, 

To  give  me  one  I  hate. 

I  thought  you  innocent  as  fair, 

When  firft  my  Court  I  made; 
But  when  your  Falfhoods  plain  appear,  i 

My  Love  no  longer  ftay'd. 

Your 


(3°r) 

Your  Bounty  of  thefe  Favours  mown, 
Whofe  Worth  you  firft  deface, 
Is  melting  valu'd  Medals  down, 
And  giving  us  the  Brafs. 

O!  fincetheThingwebeg'saToy, 
That's  pris'd  by  Love  alone, 

Why  cannot  Women  grant  the  Joy, 
Before  the  Love  is  gone. 


SONG    LXXXVIII. 

YE  S,  all  the  World  will  fure  agree, 
He  who's  fecur*d  of  having  thee* 
Will  be  entirely  bleftj 
But  'twere  in  me  too  great  a  Wrong, 
To  make  one  who  has  been  fo  long 
My  Queen,  my  Slave  at  laft. 

Nor  ought  thefe  Things  to  be  confin'd, 
That  were  for  publick  Gooddefigh'd  : 

Cou'd  we,  in  foolifh  Pride, 
Make  the  Sun  always  with  us  ftay, 
'T would  burn  our  Corn  and  Grafs  away^ 

To  ftarve the  World  befide. 


Let  not  the  Thoughts  of  parting,  fright 
Two  Souls  which  Paflion  does  unite  j 

For  while  our  Love  does  laft, 
Neither  will  ftrive  to  go  away, 
And  why  the  Devil  fhould  we  ftay, 

When  once  that  Love  is  paft, 

SON  Q 


(  106  > 
SONG    LXXXIX, 

MY  GoddctsLydia,  heavenly  fair, 
As  Lilly  fweet,  as  Toft  as  Air, 
Letloofe  thy  Trefles ,  fpread  thy  Charms, 
And  to  my  Love  give  frefh  Alarms. 

G  /  let  me  gaze  on  thefe  bright  Eyes, 
Tho'  facred  Lightning  from  them  flies, 
Shew  me  that  foft  thatiinodeft  Grace, 
."Which  paints  with  charming  Red  thy  Face  = 

Give  me  Ambrofia,  in  a  Kifs, 
That  I  may  rival  ^fove  in  Blifs, ' 
That  I  may  mix  my  Soul  with  thine, 
And  make  the  Pleafure  all  divine. 

©  hide  thy  Bofom's  killing  White, 
(The  milky  Way  is  not  fo  bright) 
Left  you  my  ravifiYd  Soul  opprefs, 
With  Beauty's  Pomp,  and  fweet  Excefs, 

Why  draw'ft  thou  from  the  Purple  Flood 
Of  my  kind  Heart  the  vital  Blood  2 
Thou  art  all  over  endlefs  Charms  j 
O !  take  me  dying  to  thy  Arms. 


SONG      XC. 

WHY  we  love,  and  why  we  hate, 
Is  not  granted  us  to  know  ^ 
Random  Chance,  or  wiltulFate, 

Guides  the  Shaft  from  Cupid's  Bow. 


If 


(  3°7  ) 

If  on  me  Zelinda  frown, 

'Tis  madnefs  all  in  me  to  grieve  j 
Since  her  will  is  not  her  own, 

Why  fhould  I  uneafy  live  \ 

If  I  for  Zelinda  die, 

Deaf  to  poor  Mizella's  Cries, 
Ask  me  not  the  Reafon  why, 

Seek  the  Riddle  in  the  Skies. 


SONG    XCL 

HARK  how  the  Trumpet  founds  to  Battle^ 
Hark  how  the  thundring  Cannons  rattle  5 
Cruel  Ambition  now  calls  me  away, 
While  I  have  ten  thoufand  fofr  things  to  fay. 
While  Honour  alarms  me, 
Young  Cupid  difarms  me, 
And  Celia  f  o  charms  me, 
1  cannot  away. 

Hark  again,  Honour  calls  me  to  Arm?," 
Hark  how  the  Trumpet  fweetiy  charms; 
Celia  no  more  then  niuft  be  obey'd, 
Cannons  are  roaring,  and  Enfigns  difplay'd « 

The  Thoughts  of  Promotion, 

Infpire  fuch  a  Notion, 

Of  Cel'ia's  Devotion, 
I'm  no  more  afraid. 

Guard  her  for  me,  celeftial  Powers, 

Ye  Gods,  blefs  the  Nymph  with  happy  foft  Hours  1 

O  may  fhe  ever  to  love  me  incline, 

Such  lovely  Perfections  I  cannot  refignj 

Firm 


($o&) 

Firm  Conftancy  grant  her, 
My  true  Love  (hail  haunt  her, 
My  Soul  cannot  want  her, 
She's  all  fo  divine. 


SONG    XCII. 

SHALL  I,  wafting  in  Defpair, 
Die  becaufe  a  Woman's  fair  ? 
Shalhny  Cheeks  look  pale  with  Care,, 
5Caufe  another's  rofie  are  ? 
Be  file  fairer  than  the  Day, 
Or  the  flow'ry  Meads  in  May  \ 
Yet  it  me  think  not  well  of  me, 
tWhat  care  I  how  fair  (he  be. 

Shall  a  Woman's  Goodnefs  move 
Me  to  perifh  for  her  Love  $ 
Op,  her  worthy  Merits  known, 
Make  me  quite  forget  my  own  ? 
Be  (he  with  that  Goodnefs  bleft, 
As  may  merit  Name  the  beft ; 

Yet  it  (he  be  not  fuch  to  me, 

<What  care  I  how  good  (he  be* 

Be  (he  good,  or  kind,  or  fair, 
I  will  never  more  defpair ; 
If  fhe  love  me,  this  believe, 
I  will  die  e're  (he  fhall  grieve  5 
If  fhe  flight  me  when  I  woo, 
Iwillfcorn,  and  let  her  go  : 

So  if  fhe  be  not  fit  for  mep. 

What  care  I  for  whom  fhe  Wu. 

SONG 


<  jop  ) 


SONG    XCIII. 


AS  the  Snow  in  ValHes  lying, 
Phoebus  his  warm  Beams  applying^ 
Soon  diflblves  and  runs  away  j 
So  the  Beauties,  fo  the  Graces, 
Of  the  mod  bewitching  Faces, 
At  approaching  Age  decay. 

As  a  Tyrant,  when  degraded, 
Isdefpis'd,  and  is  upbraided, 

By  the  Slaves  he  once  control'd ; 
So  the  Nymph,  if  none  could  move  her, 
Is  contemn'd  by  every  Lover, 

When  her  Charms  are  growing  old, 


Melancholick  Looks  and  whining, 
Grieving,  quarelling,  and  pining, 

Are  th'  Effedts  your  Rigours  move  3 
Soft  Carets,  am'rous  Glances, 
Melting  Sighs,  tranfporting  Trances, 

Are  the  bleft  Effects  of  Love. 


Fair  ones!  while  your  Beauty's  blooming, 
Imploy  Time,  left  Age  refuming 

What  your  Youth  profufely  lends  j 
You  are  robb'd  of  all  your  Glories, 
Andcondemn'd  to  tell  old  Stories, 

Toyour  unbelieving  Friends. 


SONG 


(  3io  ) 
SONG    XCIV. 

FAIR  Amoreth  gone  aftray, 
Purfue,  and  feek  her,  ev'ry  Lover  5 
I'll  tell  the  Signs  Wy  which  you  may 
The  wand'ring  Shepherdefs  difcover. 

Coquet  and  coy  at  once  her  Airs 

Both  ftudy'd,  tho"  both  feem  negle&edj 

Carelefs  (he  is  with  anful  Care, 
Affecting  too  feemsunaffe&ed. 

With  Skill  her  Eyes  dart  ev'ry  Gjance, 

Yet  change  fo  foon  you'd  ne'er  fufpe&  'em } 

For  (he'd  perfuade  they  wound  by  Chance, 
Tho*  certain  Aim  and  Art  direcl:  them. 

She  likes  her  felf,  yet  others  hates, 
For  that  which  in  herfelf  fhe  prizes  5 

And  while  (he  laughs  at  them,  forgets 
She  is  the  Thing  that  fhe  defpifes. 


SONG     XCV. 

DAMON,  if  you  will  believe  me, 
'Tis  not  fighing  round  the  Plain, 
Song  nor  Sonnet  can  relieve  ye  j 
Faint  Attempts  in  Love  are  vain. 

Urge  but  home  the  fair  Occafion,  : ;; 

And  be  Mafter  of  the  Field  j 
To  a  powerful  kind  Invaflon, 

'Twere  a  Madnefs  not  to  yield. 

Tho% 


(»« ) 

Tho*  (he  vows  (he'll  ne'er  permit  ye,' 
Cries  you're  rude,  and  much  to  blame, 

And  with  Tears  implores  your  Pity  j 
Be  not  merciful  for  Shame. 


When  the  fierce  AiTault  is  over, 
Chloris  Time  enough  will  find 

This  her  cruel  furious  Lover, 
Much  more  gentle,  not  fo  kind. 


SONG    XCVL 

IF  fhe  be  not  kind  as  fair, 
But  peevifh  and  unhandy, 
Leave  her,  Die's  only  worth  the  Cart: 
Of  fome  fpruce  Jack-a-dandy. 


I  would  not  have  thee  fuch  an  Afs, 
Hadft  thou  ne'er  fo  much  Leifure, 

To  figh  and  whine  for  fuch  a  Lafs, 
Whole  Pride'sabove  herPleafure. 


song  xcvir. 

H  E 

AWAKE,  thou  faireft  Thing  fn  Nature, 
How  can  you  fleep  when  Day  does  break  ? 
How  can  you  fleep,  my  charming  Creature, 
When  half  a  World  for  you  are  awake. 


SHE. 


SHE. 

What  Swain  is  this  that  fings  f  o  early, 

Under  my  Window,  by  the  Dawn  ? 
HE. 
,'Tis  one,  dear  Nymph,  that  loves  you  dearly, 

Therefore  in  Pity  eafe  my  Pain. 
SHE. 
Softly,  elfe  you'll  'wake  my  Mother, 

No  Tales  of  Love  ihe  let's  me  hear; 
Go  tell  your  Paflion  to  fome  other, 

Or  whifper't  foftly  in  my  Ear. 
HE. 
How  can  you  bid  me  love  another, 

Or  rob  me  of  your  beauteous  Charms  ? 
^Tis  time  you  were  wean'd  from  your  Mother, 

You're  fitter  for  a  Lover's  Arms. 


SONG    XCVIII. 

IN  fpite  of  Love,  at  length  I've  found, 
A  Miftrefs  that  can  pleafe  me, 
Her  Humour  free,  and  unconhVd, 

Both  Night  and  Day  fhe'll  eafe  me  } 
No  jealous  Thoughts  difturb  my  Mind, 
Tho*  (he's  enjoy'd  by  all  Mankind; 
Then  drink  and  never  fpare  it, 
'Tis  a  Bottle  of  good  Claret. 

If  you  thro'  all  her  naked  Charms, 

Her  little  Mouth  difcover, 
Then  take  her  blulhing  to  your  Arms, 

And  ufe  her  like  a  Lover ; 

Such 


i  m  ) 

Such  Liquor  fhe*ll  diftil  from  thence, 
As  will  traafport  your  ravifh'd  Senfe  s 
Then  kifsand  never  (pare  it, 
I Tis  a  Bottle  of  good  Clam. 

Butbeftof  all!  lhe  has  no  Tongue; 

Submifiive  fhe  obeys  me, 
She's  fully  better  old  than  young, 

And  ftill  to  fmiHng  fways  me ; 
Her  Skin  is  fmooth,  Complexion  black*! 
And  has  a  moft  delicious  Smack  j 
Then  kifs  and  never  fpareit, 
'Tis  a  Bottle  of  good  Clam. 

If  you  her  Excellence  would  tailed 

Be  fui-e  you  ufe  her  kind,  Sir, 
Clap  your  Hand  about  her  Waift, 

And  raife  her  up  behind,  Sirj 
As  for  her  bottom  never  doubt, 
Pufh  but  home,  and  you'll  find  it  out  5 
Then  drink  and  never  fpare  it, 
[TisaBottkot  good  Clam. 


SONG    XCIX. 


O  Surprizing  lovely  Fair ! 
Who  with  Chloe  can  compare  ? 
Sure  (he's  form'd  for  Beauty's  Queen, 
Her  Wit,  her  Shape,  her  Grace,  her  Mies, 
By  far  excels  al!  Nymphs  I've  Teen  j 
No  Mortal  Eye 
Can  view  her  nigh, 

O  To* 


(  IH  ) 

Too  exquifite  for  Human  Sight  to  fee  t 
Tho'  fhe  ne'er  may  be  kind, 
Nor  for  me  e'er  defign'd, 

Ye tl  love,  Hove,  Hove 

The  charming  She. 


SONG    C 


WHEN  bright  Aurdict  trip'd  the  Plain, 
How  chearful  then  were  feen, 
The  Looks  of  every  jolly  Swain, 
That  (trove  Aurelia's  Heart  to  gain, 
W'th  Gambols  on  the  Green  ? 

Tb  sir  Sports  were  innocent  and  gay^ 

Mixt  with  a  manly  Air  j 
They'd  fing  and  dance,  and  pipe  and  play, 
£ach  ftroveto  pleafe  fome  different  Way, 

This  dear  inchanting  Fair. 

The  ambitious  Strife  fhe  did  admire, 
•    And  equally  approve, 
sTi\\ Pbaotfs  tuneful  Voice  and  Lyre, 
With fofteftMufick did  infpiie 
Her  Soul  to  generous  Love. 

Their  wonted  Spom  the  reft  declin'd, 

Their  Ans  prov'd  all  in  vain ; 
Aurelia's  conusant  now  they  find, 
The  more  they  languiih  and  repine, 

The  more  fhe  loves  the  Swain, 


SONG 


SONG    CI. 


AWAY  you  Rover, 
For  fhame  give  over5 
You  play  the  Lover 

So  like  an  Afs  ; 
You  areforftorming, 
You  think  you're  charming, 
Your  faint  performing, 
We  read  in  your  Face, 


SONG    CIL 


HE,  who  for  ever, 
Wou'd  hope  for  Favour, 
He  muft  endeavour 

To  charm  the  Fair: 
He  dances,  he  dances, 
He  da— a— a--a-a-ances, 
Hefighs,  and  glances, 
He  makes  Advances, 
Hefings,  and  dances, 

And  mends  his  Air. 


SONG   cm. 

G°»  go,  go,  go,falfeflof  thy  Sex  be  gone; 
Leave,  leave/  ah  leave,  leave  me  to  myfelf  alenel 
"W  hy  would  you  drive  by  fond  Pretence, 
Thus  to  deflroy  my  Innocence  ? 

Go,  go,  &c. leave,  leave,  &c, 

O  i  Youn< 


(  jx«  ) 

Young  Celia,  you  too  late  betray'd, 
Then  thus  you  did  the  Nytnph  upbraid,, 
€t  Love  like  a  Dream  ufber'd  by  Night, 
"  Flies  the  approach  of  Morning  Light 
Go,  go,  6cc. Leave,  leave,  6cc. 

She  that  believes  Man  when  he  fwears, 
Or  leaft  regards  his  Oaths  and  Prayers, 
May  (lie,  tond  me,  be  moftaccurft \ 
Nay  more,  be  fubjed  to  his  Luft. 
Go,  go,  Sec. Leave,  have*  &c. 


S  O  N  G*   CIV. 

BELINDA,  with  affe&ed  fen, 
Tries  all  the  Power  <5f  Art-5 
Yerrinds  hp^florts  all  in  vain, 

To  gain  a  (ingle  Heart : 
Whilft  Chloe  in  a  different  Way, 

Is  butherfelf,  to  pleafe, 
And  makes  new  Conquefts  every  Day, 
Without  one  borrowed  Grace. 

Belinda's  haughty  Air  deftroys 

Wliat  native  Charms  inspire; 
While  Chloe's  artlefs  mining  Eyes 

Set  all  the  World  on  fire. 
Belinda  may  our  Pity  movei 

But  Chloe  gives  us  Pain, 
And  while  Chefmiles  us  int-e  Love," 

Her  Sifter  frownsin  vain* 


SONG 


(  3*7  ) 
SONG    CV. 


ON  a  Bank  of  Flowers, 
In  a  Summer  Day, 
Inviting  and  undreft, 

In  her  bloom  of  youth, 

Fair  Celia  lay, 
With  Love  and  Sleep  opprefl:  j 

Whea  a  youthful  Swain, 

With  admiring  Eyes, 

Wifh'd  that  he  durft 

The  fweet  Maid  furprize  j 
With  a  fa,  la,  la,  la,  la,  &c. 
But  fear'd  approaching  Spies. 

Ashegaz'd, 

A  gentle  Zephyr  arofe, 
That  f  ann'd  her  Robes  afide ; 

And  the  fleeping  Nymph 

Did  the  Charms  difclofe, 
"Which  waking  fhe  would  hide : 

Then  his  Breath  grew  fhorrP 

And  his  Pulfe  beat  high, 

He  long^S  to  touch 

What  he  chane'd  to  fpy  j 
With  a  fa,  la,  la,  6c c. 
But  durft  not  flill  draw  nigh, 

All  amaz'd  he  flood, 

With  her  Beauties  nYd, 
And  blefs'd  the  courteous  Windj- 

Then  in  Whifpers  figh'd, 

And  the  Gods  defir'd, 
That  Celia  m  ight  be  kind ; 

O  3  When 


(}i8) 

When  withHopes grown  bold3 

He  advanc'd  amain  s 

But  (he  laugh'd  aloud 

In  a  Dream,  and  again, 
With  a  fa,  la,  la,  6c c. 
Repell'd  the  timorous  Swain, 

Yet  the  amorous  Youth, 

To  relieve  his  foft  pain, 
The  (lumbering  Maid  carefs'd  j 

And  with  trembling  Hand 

(O  fimple  poor  Swain  !) 
Her  glowing  Bofom  prefs'd  : 

When  the  Virgin  awak'd* 

And  affrighted  flew* 

Yet  look'd  as  wi thing 

He  would  purfue ; 
With  a  fa,  la,  la,  &c. 
But  Damon  imifs'd  his  Cue, 

Now,  now  repenting, 

That  he  had  let, her  fly, 
Himfelf  he  thusaccus'd* 

Whatadullandaftupid. 

Blockhead  was  I, 
That  fuch  a  Chance  abus'd  5 

To  my  Shame  'twill  now 

On  the  Plains  be  faid, 

Damon  a  Virgin 

Afleep  betray'd, 
With  a  j a,  la,  la,  &c. 
And  let  her  go  a  Maid, 


SONG 


(  3*5>  ) 


SONG    CVL 

WHILE  filentlyllov'd,  nordar'd 
To  tell  my  Crime  aloud, 
The  Influence  of  your  Smiles  I  fhar'd* 
In  common  with  the  Crowd. 

But  when  I  once  my  Flame  exprefs'd, 

In  hopes  to  eafe  my  Pain, 
You  fingl'd  me  out  from  all  the  reftv 

Tne  Mark  of  yourDifdain. 

If  thus,  Cor'mna,  you  (hall  frown 

On  all  that  do  adore, 
Then  all  Mankind  muft  be  undone,. 

Or  you  muft  fmile  no  more . 


S  O  N  G    CVII. 

OH!  happy,  happy  Grove, 
Witnefsof  our  tender  Love  j 

Oh!  happy,  happy  Shade, 

Where  firft  our  Vows  were  made : 
Blufhing,  fighing,  melting*  dying, 

Looks  would  charm  a  Jove  j 
A  thoufand  pretty  Things  (hefaid, 

And  all — .  and  all  was  Love  : 

ButCor'mna  perjur'd  proves^ 

And  forfakes  the  fhady  Groves  j 
Whenlfpeakoi  mutual  Joys, 

She  knows  not  what  I  mean  i 
Wanton  Glances,  fond  CarefTes^ 

Now  no  more  are  feen, 
Since  the  falfe  deluding  Fair, 

Has  left  the  flow  17  Green  : 

O  4.  Mourfh 


(  3"  ) 

Mourn,  ye  Nymphs,  that  {porting  play\J 
Where  poor  Strefbon  was  betray'd ; 
There  the  fecret  Wound  ffce  gave, 
When  I  was  made  her  Slave. 


SONG    CVIIL 

THE  Sages  of  old, 
In  Prophecy  told, 
The  Caufe  of  a  Nation's  undoing  $ 
But  our  new  Englijh  Breed, 
No  Prophecies  need, 
For  each  one  here  leeks  hi  sown  Ruin*1 

With  Grumbling  and  Jars, 

We  promote  civil  Wars, 
And  preach  up  falie  Tenets  to  many  j 

We  fnarl  and  we  bite, 

We  rail  and  we  fight 
For  Religion,  yet  no  Man  has  any. 

Then  him  let's  commend, 

That's  true  to  his  Friend, 
And  the  Church  and  the  Senate  would  fettle  ? 

Who  delights  notin  B'ood, 

But  draws  when  he  fhould, 
And  bravely  ftands  brunt  to  the  Battle. 

Who  rails  not  at  Kings, 

Nor  politick  Things, 
Nor  Treafon  will  fpeak  when  he's  mellow* 

JBut  takes  a  full  Glafs, 

To  his  Country's  Succefs, 
This,  this  is  an  houeft  brave  fellow. 

SONG 


(3*i  ) 
SONG    CIX. 

WE  all  to  conquering  Beauty  bow^ 
It's  pleafing  Power  admire  $ 
But  I  ne'er  knew  a  Face  till  now. 
That  cou'd  like  yours  infpirc  i 
Now  I  may  fay,  I  met  with  one, 

Amazes  all  Mankind ; 
And,  like  Men  gazing  oil  the  Sun, 
With  too  much  Light  am  blind. 

Soft,  as  the  tender  moving  Sighs, 

When  longing  Lovers  meet; 
Like  the  divining  Prophets,  wife} 

Like  new-blown  Rofes,  fweet: 
Modeft,  yetgay;  refer  v'd,  yet  free  j- 

Each  happy  Night  a  Bride; 
A  Mien  like  awful  Majefly, 

And  yet  no  Spark  of  Pride. 

The  Patriarch,  to  win-a  Wife,  . 

Chafte,  beautiful  and  young, 
Serv'd  fourteen  Yeavs  a  painful  Life,-. 

And  never  thought  it  long  : 
Ah !  were  you  to  reward  fuch  Care, , 

And  Life  fo  long  would  ftay, 
Not  fourteen,  but  four  hundred  Year-Si* 

Would  feem  but  as  one  Day, 


SONG    CX* 

PRjthee,  Billy,  be'n't  fo  filly, 
Thus  to  wafte  thy  Days  m  Griefs 
You  fay,  Betty  will  not  let  ye--j 
JBut  can.  Sorrow  bring  Relief  }z 

Q  -5  ,  Ltaye 


( J"  ) 

Leave  repining,  ceafe  your  whining ; 

Pox  on  Torment,  Tears  and  Woe  : 
If  (lie's  tender;  ftie'll  furrender, 

If  file's  tough, e'en  let  her  go. 


SONG    CXI. 

KINDLY,  kindly,  thus,  myTreafure, 
EVer  love  me,  ever  charm; 
Let  thy  PafTion  know  no  Meafure, 
Yet  no  jealous  Fear  alarm. 

"Why  fhou'd  we,  our  Blifs  beguiling, 

By  dull  doubting  fall  at  ods  ? 
Meet  my  foft  Embraces  fmiling, 

We'll  be  as  happy  as  the  Gods. 


SONG    CXIL 


A  Sour  Reformation 
Crawls  out  thro'  the  Nation, 
While  dunder-head  Sages, 
Who  hope  for  good  Wages,. 

Direct  us  the  Way. 
Ye  Sons  of  the  Mufes, 
Then  c'oke  your  Abufes; 
And,  left  you  fhou'd  trample 
On  pious  Example, 

Obierve and  obey. 

Time-frenzy  Curers, 
And  ftubborn  Nonjurors, 
For  want  of  Diverflon, 

Now  fcourge  the  lend  Times  j 

They've 


( m  > 

They've  hinted,  they've  printed, 
Our  Vein  it  profane  is, 

And  worft  of  all  Crimes; 
The  clod-pated  Railers, 
Smiths,  Coblers  and  Colliers, 

Have  damn'd  all  our  Rhimes. 

Under  the  Notion 
Of  Zeal  for  Devotion, 
The  Humour  has  frVd  'em, 
And  Malice  inf pir'd  'cm, 

To  tutor  the  Age  : 
But  if  inSeafon, 
You'd  know  the  true  Reafon ; 
The  Hopes  of  Preferment, 
Is  what  makes  the  Vermin 

Now  rail  at  the  Stage.  - 

Cuckolds  and  Canters, 
With  Scruples  and  Banters, 
Old  Oliver's  Peal, 

Againft  Poetry  ring : 
But  let  State  Revolvers, 
And  Treaion  Abfolvers, 

Excufe,  if  I  (lug, 
The  Rebel  that  chuf  es 
To  cry  down  the  Mufes, 

Wcu'd  cry  down  the  King, 


SONG 


SONG    CXIIL 

To  the  Tune  of,  To  you  fair  Ladies  now  at  Imd, 

I. 

TO  you  fair  Ladies  now  I  write, 
Of  Arlington  I  mean., 
To  you  with  Pleafure  1  indite, 

Bright  Beauty  is  my  Theme  ; 
<0h  then  infpire  my  feebie  Lays 
To  fing Belinda's  matchlefs  Praife. 

With  a  fa,  la.,  fa>  fa. 

II. 
But  where  fhall  I  her  Fame  begin  <" 

Her  Feauties  bow  rehearfe  ? 
|ier  Wit  exceeds  what  I  can  ling. 

In  foft  harmonious  Verfe  : 
Then  fince  my  Mule  cannot  commend* 
M.y  Willies  ftill  mall  her  attend. 

With  a  fj?  la,  5c  Cj., 

III. 
Whene'er  fhe  does  a  bathing  go, 

Then  guard  her  from  all  Harm?,. 
Nor  let  th'  invading  Waters  know 

Herfecret  beauteous  Charms, 
Left  that  the  Floods  mould  her  retain, 
And  chufe  her  Goddefs  of  the  Main. 

iV.th  afa*.lat  he 

IV. 
Surprising  to  each  dazel'd  Eye, 

The  Waters  mew  her  Face, 
Nor  can  the  lovely  Brilliant  Sky 

imadiam  Charms  furpafs, 


The 


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The  Sun  behind  a  Cloud  does  run, 
Finding  his  brightness  quite  outdone*. 

With  afa,  la,  &c. 

V. 
But  gentle  Nymphs  her  Beauties  hide, 

Conduft  her  fafe  to  fhore, 
For  fear  th'  applauding  rapid  Tide 

Affright  her  with  its  Roar : 
Or  rudely  force  her  from  your  Sight, 
Then  'twou'd  with  me  beendlefs  night*. 

With  afa,  la,  &c. 

VI. 
Whene'er  to  gla<I  deserving  Eyes> 

She  dances  on  the  Green, 
Exulting  Swains  with  fond  Surprize^ , 

Survey  her  graceful  Mien  5 
Then  gentle  Zephyrs  fan  the  Air 
To  cool  the  blooming  fprightly-Fair* 

With  a  fa,  la,  6c  c. 

VII. 
Or  when  to  pafs  a  tedious  Hour 

She  deigns  at  Cards  to  play, 
Let  Fortune  fmiling  fhew  her  Powers 

And  wait  on  her  all  Day  3 
For  Honours  are  her  juft  Deferts, 
Sheisherfelf  the  Queen  of  Hearts.. 

With  afa,  la,  Sec. 

VIII. 
Ye  Nymphs  of  Arlington  I  pray^ 

Let  her  be  all  your  Care, 
In  baching,  dancing,  or  at  play,. 

Yet  Hill  preferve  the  Fair. 
So  may  you  ever  happy  prove, 
As  you  are  tender  of  my  Love. 

With  afa,  la,  la,  la,  la.  -  T.  6, 

$=■  O  N.  G* 


SONG    CXIV. 

GHLOE  myBreaftdidfire,, 
Iflew  to  Wine  forAidj 
But  Bacchus  did  confpfre 

With  Cupid  and  the  Maid. 
1  found  'em  all  agreed 

To  wound  a  roving  Heart  y 
Butthusmyfelf  I  freed, 
I  kifs'd  the  Punk, 
Made  Bacchus  drunk, 
And  ftole  away  Love's  Dait.\  T.  G» 


SONG    CXV. 

To  the  Tune  of,  The  Bonny  Broom. 

I. 

WHAT  gars  me  figh,  ye  often  fay  ? 
What  gars  me  make  fick  Moan?  , 
The  Lad  that  ftole  my  Heart  away, 

Has  left  me  now  forlorn. 
Ah  I  the  Loon,  the  ~Loon,  the  bonny  Loon, 

The  Loon  that  fide  my  Heart, 
Cm  IJhou'd  ever  fee  his  Fa.ce. 
We  never  more  wcu'd  parti 
II. 
All  chearlefs  are  thy  dreary  Hours^ 

My  Life  is  fpent  in  Woe, 
And  trickling  Tears  like  April  Showers; 

Now  down  my  Cheeks  do  flow. 
4hl  the  Loon,  Sec. 

ill. 


(  3*7  > 
in. 

For  blythfome  Days  I  ne'er  mun  fee,. 

But  weep  (till  and  complain, 
Since  he  from  Aberdeen  does  flee* 

Regard lefs  of  my  Pain. 
Ah\  the  Loon,  &c. 

IV. 
To  Britain's  Ifle  makes  mickle  Speed 

To  woe  fome  Lais  does  hie, 
And  cares  not  fince  he  has  paft  the  Tweed, 

Whether  I  Jive  or  die. 
Ahl  theLoon,  &c.    , 

V. 
Ah  !  lovely  Jockey  hear  my  Moaiv. 

Return  and  fave  my  Life,. 
I'll  work  my  Fingers  to  the  Bone 

'Gin  thou'lt  make  me  thy  Wife, 
'Ah !  the  Loon,  ckc. 

VI. 
But  fince  I  ne'er  mun  hope  to  hear 

His  wily 'witching  Tongue, 
Where'er  my  Jockey  fliou'd  appear 

You'll  ken  him  by  my  Song. 
'Ah  I  the  Loon,  &c. 

VII. 
Black  Eye-brows  do  his  Face  adorn, 

His  Teeth  like  Ivory  white. 
His  twinkling  Eyes  does  mine  ilk  Morn,.. 

Like  Stars,  i'th'  darkeft  Night. 
Ah  I  the  Loon,  6c c. 

VIII. 
His  rofie  Lips  like  filk  did  feel, 
When  he  his  Leave  did  take, 
But  ah !  his  Heart  is  hard  as  Steel, 
Which  gars  my  heart  to  break, 
Ah\  the  Loon,  & c. 


IX, 


IX. 

Ye  bony  Laffes  Myth  andfair, 

My  lovely  Jockey  (huh, 
And  of  your  tender  Hearts  lake  cafe*' 

Or  foon  you'll  be  undone. 
B<y  the  Loon,  Sec. 

X. 
With  guiling  Words  he  tells  his  Tale, 

And  fweetly  does  compjain  j 
But  if  he  once  with  ye  prevail, 

You'll  feel  full  nine  Months  Pain 
By  ths  Loon,  the  Loon,  the  bonny  Xt0ons 

The  Looon  thatfiole  my  Heart* 
Gin  Ifhou'deverjee  his  Face, 

We  never  more  woi?d$art\  T.  G. 


SONG    CXVL 


To  the  Tune  of,  The  Lafs  of  Peaty'*  MUh 

KEN  yetheblythfomeLafs 
,      That  dwells  near  Aberdeen  ? 
Wna  f  eatly  treads  the  Grafs, 

When  dancing  on  the  Green. 
The  Graces  do  commend 

Whene'er  fhe'ginsto  moveP 
And  Cupid  does  attend, 

As  ihe  were  Queen  of  Love.1 
II. 
The  Bards  of  auld,  did  feign 
That  Ventis  was  moft  fair, 
But  fure  with  fparkling  Janes 
She  never  couM  compare  y 

Met 


(  3*9) 

Her  Een  they  fhine  more  bright 

Than  Stars  which  Skies  adorn, 
Than  Ltuna  in  the  Night, 

Or  Phoebus  in  the  Morn. 

III. 
Fair  Lillies  of  the  Field, 

Which  grace  the  flow*ry  Plain; 
Nor  Rofes  Sweetnefs  yield, 

Compar'd  to  bonny  Jane ; 
Their  Colour,  and  their  Smell 

Seernfaded  and  decay's!, 
As  they  untimely  fell, 

When  near  the  blooming  Maid. 
IV. 
Iwifh  na  for  the  Wealth 

Of  India's  diftant  Shore,1 
Give  me  but  her,  and  Health; 

And  then  I  ask  no  more  » 
Whilft  of  her  Heart  poffeft, 

And  ruling  there  alone, 
I  envy  notthebeft 

Of  Monarchsou  his  Throne*  T.G, 


To  L.  M.  M. 

Tune,  Rantin  re tiring  Willkl 

OMARY\  thy  graces  and  glance?, 
Thy  fmiles  fo  inchantingly  gay, 
And  thoughts  io  divinely  harmonious, 
Clear  wit  and  good  humour  difplay. 


%m 


(  n° ) 

But  fay  notthoul't  imitate  angels 

Ought  fairer,  tho*  fcarcely,  ah  me ! 

Can  be  found  equalizing  thy  merit, 
A  match  amongft  mortals  for  thee. 

Thy  many  fair  beauties  fhed  fires 

May  warm  up  ten  thoufand  to  love, 
"Who  defpairing,  may  fly  to  fome  other, 

While  I  may  defpair,  but  ne'er  rove. 
What  a  mixture  of  fighing  and  joys 

This  diftant  adoring  of  thee, 
Gives  to  a  fond  heart  too  afpiring, 

Who  loves  in  fad  filence  like  me  ? 

Thus  looks  the  poor  beggar  on  treafure, 

And  fhipwreck'd  on  landslips  on  more 
Be  (till  more  divine,  and  have  pity  j. 

I  die  foon  as  hope  is  no  more. 
For,  M  ART>  my  foul  is  thy  captive, 

Nor  loves,  nor  expects,  to  be tree* 
tThy  beauties  are  fetters  delightful; 

Thy  flavery's a pleafure tome. 


This  is  no  mine  am  Houfe. 

THIS  is  not  mine  am  houfc, 
I  ken  by  the  rigging  o't ; 
Since  with  my  love  I've  changed  vows, 

I  dinna  like  the  bigging  o't 
For  now  that  I'm  young  Robie's bride,, 
And  miftrefsof  his  fire-fide, 
Mine  ain  Houfe  I'll  like  to  guide, 
And  j?leafe  me  with  the  trigging  ost^ 


Then 


c  331 ) 

Then  farewel  to  my  father's  houfe, 

I  gang  where  love  invites  mej 
The  ftri&efl:  duty  this  allows, 

When  love  with  honour  meets  me \ 
When  Hymen  moulds  us  into  ane,, 
My  Robie's  nearer  than  my  kin, 
And  to  refufe  him  were  a  fm-, 
Sae  lang's  he  kindly  treats  me. 

When  I'm  in  mine  ain  houfe, 

True  love  fhall  be  at  hand  ay 
To  make  me  ftill  a  prudent  fpoufe* 

And  let  my  man  command  ay* 
Avoiding  ilka  caufe  of  ft  rife, 
The  common  peft  of  married  life, 
That  makes  ane  weaned  of  his  wife.; 
And  breaks  the  kindly  band  aya . 


Tint  a  Crum  of  theejhe  faws. 

REturn  hameward,  my  heart,  again,, 
And  bide  where-thou  was  wont  to  tfe,' 
Thou  art  a  foolto  fuffer  pain 
For  love  of  ane  that  loves  not  thee : 
My  heart,  let  be  ficfantafie, 
Love  only  where  thou  haft  good  caufe  j 

Since  (corn  and  liking  ne'er  agree, 
The  fint  a  crum  of  thee  fhe  faws, 

To  what  eff  ecT:  fhould  thou  be  thrall  t 
Be  happy  in  thine  ain  free  will, 

My  heart,  be  never  beftial, 

gut  ken  wha  does  thee  good  or  ill : 


At  hame  with  me  then  tarry  ftill, 
And  feewhabeft  can  play  their  paws* 

And  let  the  filly  fling  her  fill, 
For  fiat  a  cmm  of  thee  fhe  faws. 

Tho'  fhe  be  fair,  I  will  not  fenzie, 
She's  of  a  kind  withmony  maes 

For  why,  they  are  a  felon  menzie 
That  feemeth  goq>d,  and  are  not  fee. 
My  heart,  take  neither  fturt  nor  wae 

For  Meg,  for  Marjory,  or  Maufe, 
But  be  thou  blyth,  and  let  her  gae, 

For  fint  a  crum  of  thee  fhe  faws. 

RemembeF  how  that  Medea, 
Wild  for  a  fight  of  Jafon  yied. 

Remember  how  young  Crejfida 
Left  Troilus  for  Diomedsi 
Remember  Helen,  as  we  read, 

Brought  Troy  from  blifs  unto  bair  waws  : 
Then  let  her  gae  where  fhe  may  fpeed, 

For  fint  a  crum  of  thee  fhe  faws, 

Becaufe  fhe  faid  I  took  it  ill, 

For  her  depart  my  heart  was  faip, 
But  was  beguil'd  ;  gae  where  file  will, 

Befhrew  the  heart  that  firft  takes  care  i.. 

But  be  thou  merry,  late  and  air, 
This  is  the  final  end  and  claufe, 

And  let  her  feed  and  fooly  fair, 
For  fint  a  crum  of  thee  fhe  raws. 

Ne'er  dunt  again  within  my  bread, 
Ne'er  let  her  flights  thy  courage  fpill, 

Kor  gi*e  a  fob,  altho'  fhe  fneeft, 
She's  faireft  paid  that  gets  her  will. 


She 


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She  geeks  as  gif  I  mean'd  her  ill, 
When  fhe  glaicks  paughty  in  hei'  braws  j 

Now  let  her  f  nirt  and  fyke  her  fill* 
For  fint  a  crutn  of  thee  fhe  faws. 


ToMris.    E.G. 

Tune,  Stue  tnefry  as  we  have  bew» 

NO  W  Phoebus  advances  on  high, 
Naefootftepsof  winter  are  feenj 
The  birds  carrol  fweet  in  the  sky, 

And  lambkins  dance  reels  on  the  green.' 
Thro*  plantings,  by  burnies  iae clear, 
We  wander  for  pleafure  and  health, 
Where  buddings  and  bloffbms  appear, 
Giving  profpe&sof  joy  and  wealth. 

View  ilka  gay  i cene  all  around, 

That  are,  and  that  promife  to  be; 
Yet  in  them  a'  nothing  is  found, 

Sae  perfect  Eliza  as  thee. 
Thy  een  the  clear  fountains  excel, 

Thy  locks  they  out-rival  the  grove  5 
When  zephyres  thofe  pleafingly  fwell, 

Ilk  wave  makes  a  captive  to  love. 

The  rof  es  and  lillies  combin'd, 
And  flowers  of  maift  delicate  hue, 

By  thy  cheek  and  dear  breafts  are  out-fhin'd, 
Their  tin&ures  are  naitbing  fo  trae, 


What 


(  $34  ) 

What  can  we  compare  with  thy  voice  > 
And  what  with  thy  humour  f  ae  fweet  ? 

Nae  mufick  can  blefs  wit  h  fie  joys } 
4>ure  angels  are  juftfae  complete, 

Fairbloflbmof  ilka  delight 

Whofe  beauties  ten  thoufand  out-  fhine, 
Thy  fweets  fhall  be  lading  and  bright, 

Being  mixt with  fae  many  divine. 
Ye  powers  who  have  given  fie  charms 

To  EJ/a«, 'your  image  below, 
O  fave  her  f  rae  all  humane  harms ! 

And  make  her  hours  happily  flow. 


My  Dady  forbad^  and  my  Minny  forbad. 

WHen  I  think  on  my  lad, 
Ifigh  and  am  fad, 
Eor  now  he  is  far  frae  me. 

My  dady  was  harm, 

My  minny  was  warfe, 
That  gart  him  gaeyont  the  fea. 

Without  an  eftate, 

That  made  him  look  blatej 
And  yet  a  brave  lad  ishe. 

Gin  iafe  he  come  hame, 

In  fpite  of  my  dame, 
He'll  ever  be  welcome  to  me. 

Love  fpeers  nae  advice 

Of  parents  o'er  wife, 
That  fcave  but  ae  bairn  like  me, 

That  looks  upon  cafh, 

As  naithing  but  trafh, 
That  flaackles  what  fhou'd  be  free. 


And 


(  335  ) 

And  tho' my  dear  lad 
Not  ae  penny  had, 

Since  qualities  better  has  he  $ 
Abiet  I'm  an  heirefs, 
I  think  it  but  fair  is, 

To  love  him,  fince  he  loves  meJ 

Then  my  dear  %amk, 
To  thy  kind  Jennie, 

Hade,  hafte  thee  in  o'er  thefea, 
To  her  wha  can  find 
Nae  eafe  in  her  mind, 

Without  a  blyth  fight  of  thee. 
Tho*  my  dady  forbad, 
And  my  minny  forbad, 

Forbidden  I  will  not  be  5 

For  fince  thou  alone 
My  favour  haft  won, 

Nane  elf  e  fhall  e'er  get  it  for  me. 

Yet  them  I'll  not  grieve. 
Or  without  their  leave, 

Gi'e  my  hand  as  a  wife  to  thee  : 

Be  content  with  a  heart, 
That  can  never  defert, 

Till  they  ceafe  or  oppofe  to  be. 

My  parents  may  provtf 
Yet  friends  to  our  love, 

When  our  firm  refolves  they  fee  ; 
Then  I  wi:h  pleafure 
Will  yield  up  my  treafure, 

And  a' that  lore  orders  to  thee. 


Tune* 


(33*) 


,Tunc,  Steer  her  up)  andhadhergawn* 

O Steer  her  up,  and  had  her  gawn, 
Hermither'satthemill,  jo; 
But  gin  fhe  winna  tak  a  man, 
E'en  let'her  tak  her  will,  jo. 
Pray  thee,  lad,  leave  filly  thinking, 

Cad:  thy  cares  of  love  away  ; 
Let's  our  farrows  drown  in  drinking, 
'Tis  daffin  langer  to  delay. 

See  that  mining  glafs  of  claret, 

How  invitingly  it  looks  ; 
Take  it  aff,  and  let's  have  mair  o't,1 

Pox  on  fighting,  trade  and  books. 
Let's  have  pleafure  while  we're  able, 

Bring  us  in  the  meikle  bowl, 
Plac'd  on  the  middle  of  the  table, 

And  let  wind  and  weather  gowK 

Call  the  drawer,  let  him  fill  it 

Fou,  as  ever  it  can  hold  : 
O  tak  tsnt  ye  dinria  fpill  it, 

"Tis  mair  precious  far  than  gold. 
By  you've  drunk  a  dozen  bumpers, 

Bacchus  will  begin  to  prove, 
Spite  of  Venus  and  her  Mumpers, 

Drinking  better  is  than  love. 


Clout 


(  35?  ) 

Clout  the  Caldron. 

HAve  you  any  pots  or  pans, 
Or  any  broken  chandlers  ? 
I  am  a  tinkler  to  my  trade, 

And  newly  come  frae  Flanders, 
Asfcantof  filler  as  of  grace, 

Disbanded,  we've  a  bad-run  j 
Gar  tell  the  lady  of  the  place, 

I'm  come  to  clout  her  caldron, 
Faadriet  did  hi  didle,  5c  c. 

Madam,  if  you  have  wark  for  me* 

I'll  do't  to  your  contentment* 
And  dinna  care  a  fingle  flie 

For  any  man's  refentmentj 
For  lady  fair,  tho'  I  appear 

To  every  ane  a  tinkler, 
Yet  to  your  fell  I'm  bauld  to  tell* 

lam  a  gentle  j  inker. 
Faadrie,  didle,  didle,  Sec. 

Love  Jupiter  into  a  fwau 

Turn'd,  fbr  his  lovely  Leda ; 
He  like  a  bull  o'er  meadows  ran,' 

To  carry  aff  Europa. 
then  may  not  I,  as  well  as  he. 

To  cheat  your  Argos  blinker, 
And  win  your  love  like  mighty  Joiil, 

Thus  hide  me  in  a  tinkler. 
Taadrie,  didle,  didle,  &c. 

Sir,  ye  appear  a  cunning  mail, 

But  this  fine  plot  you'll  fail  in, 
For  there  is  neither  pot  nor  pan 

Of  mine  you'll  drive  a  nail  in. 

f  The* 


(538) 

Then  bind  your  budget  on  your  back, 
And  nails  up  in  your  apron, 

For  I've  a  tinkler  under  tack 
That's  us'd  to  clout  my  caldron, 

Faadrie,  didle,  d\dU%  Sec. 


The  Malt -Man. 

TH  E  malt-man  comes  on  Munday, 
He  craves  wonder  fair, 
Cries,  dame,  come  gi'e  me  my  filler, 

Or  malt  ye  fall  ne'er  get  mair. 
I  took  him  into  the  pantry, 

And  gave  him  fome  good  cock-broOj 
Syne  paid  him  upon  a  gantree, 
As  hoftler  wives  mould  do. 

When  malt-men  come  for  filler, 

And  gaugers  with  wands  o'er  Toon, 
"Wives,  tak  them  a'  down  to  the  cellar, 

And  clear  them  as  I  have  done. 
Thisbewith,  when  cunzie  is  f canty, 

Will  keep  them  frae  making  din, 
The  knack  I  leavn'd  frae  an  suld  aunty, 

Thefnackeftofr  a' my  kin. 

The  malt-man  is  right  cunning;, 

But  I  can  be  as  flee, 
And  he  may  crack  of  his  winning, 

When  he  clears  fcores  with  me  : 
For  come  when  he  likes,  I'm  ready  j 

But  if  frae  hamel  be, 
Let  him  wait  on  our  kind,  lady, 

She'll  anfwer  a  bill  for  me. 


Bonny 


(  53S>  ) 
Bonny  Bessy. 

Tune,  Btfy's  Haggles, 

E  S  S  T's  beauties  mine  fo  bright, 
Were  her  many  venues  fewer, 
She  wad  ever  give  delight, 

And  in  tranfport  make  me  view  her* 
Bonny  BeJJy,  theealane 

Love  I,  aaithingelfe  about  thee* 
With  thy  comelinef  s  I'm  tane, 

And  langer  cannot  live  without  thee,' 

BE  SSX's  bofom's  faft  and  warm, 

Milk-white  fingers  ftill  employ 'd, 
Me  who  takes  her  to  his  arm, 

Of  her  fweets  can  ne'er  be  cloy'ch 
My  dear  Bejfy,  when  the  rofes 

Leave  thy  cheek,  as  thou  grows  aulder, 
Vei'tue,  which  thy  mind  difclofes, 

Will  keep  love  frae  growing  caulder. 

BESST's  tocher  is  but  fcanty, 

Yet  her  face  and  foul  difeovers 
Thefe  inchanting  fweets  in  plenty 

Mud  intice  a  thoufand  lovers.- 
It'snot  Money,  but  a  woman 

©f  a  temper  kind  and  eafy, 
That  gives  happine(s  uncommon, 

Petted  things  can  nought  but  teez  ye. 


P  a  Omnia 


(  34°  ) 

Omnia  vincit  amor* 

AS  I  went  forth  to  view  the  fpring 
Which  Flora  had  adorned 
In  raiment  fair  j  now  every  thing 
The  rage  of  winter  (corned  .- 
I  call  mine  eve  and  did  efpy 

A  youth,  who  made  great  clamor  9 
And  drawing  nigh,  I  heard  him  ery, 
Ah !  omnia  vincit  amor. 

Upon  his  breaft  he  lay  along, 

Hard  by  a  murm'ring  river, 
And  mournfully  his  doleful  fong 

With  fighs  he  did  deliver  j 
Ah!  Jeany's  face  and  comely  grace, 

Her  locks  that  fhin'd  like  Jammer,, 
."With  burning  rays  have  cut  my  daysj 

For  omnia  vincit  amor, 

Herglancyeen like  comets  fheenj 

The  morning  fun  out-fhining, 
Have  caught  my  heart  in  Cupid's  net, 

And  make  me  die  with  pining, 
Durft  I  complain,  nature's  to  blame, 

So  eurioufly  to  frame  her, 
Whofe  beauties  rare  make  me  with  care 

Cry,  omnia  vincit  amor. 

Ye  chryftal  ftreams  that  fwiftly  glide, 

Be  partners  of  my  mourning, 
Ye  fragrant  fields  and  meadows  wide, 

Condemn  her  for  her  (corning : 
Let  every  tree  a  witnefs  be, 

How  juftly  I  may  blame  her } 
Ye  chanting  birds  note  thefe  my  words, 

Ah!  omnia  vincit  amor. 


Had 


C  34'  ) 

Had  me  been  kind  as  fhe  was  fair,; 

She  long  had  been  admir'd, 
And  been  ador'dlfor  vermes  rare, 

Wh'  of  life  now  makes  me  tii'd. 
Thus  (aid,  his  breath  began  to  fail, 

He  could  not  fpeak,  but  ftammer  ; 
He  figh'd  full  fore,  and  faid  no  more, 

But  omnia  vincit  amor. 

When  I  obferv'd  him  near  to  death, 

I  run  in  hafte  to  fave  him, 
But  quickly  he  refign'd  his  breath, 

So  deep  the  wound  love  gave  him. 
Now  for  her  fake  this  vow  I'll  make, 

My  tongue  mail  ay  defame  her, 
Wbile  on  hisherfc  I'll  write  this  verfe, 

Ah!  omnia  vincit  amor* 

Straight  I  confider'd  in  my  mind 

Upon  the  matter  rightly, 
And  found,  tho*  Cupid  he  be  blind, 

He  proves  in  pith  mod  mighty. 
For  warlike  Mars  nor  thund'ring  Jfow, 

And  Vulcan  with  his  hammer, 
Did  ever  prove  the  flaves  of  love. 

For  omnia  v'mcit  Amor, 

Hence  we  may  fee  the  efFecls  of  love, 

Which  Gods  and  men  keep  under, 
That  nothing  can  his  bonds  remove, 

Or  torments  b  reak  afunder : 
Nor  wife,  nor  fool,  need  go  to  fchool, 

To  learn  this  from  his  grammar; 
His  heart's  the  book  where  he's  to  look, 

For  o  m  ma  vincit  amor.  Q^ 

P  %  Ex- 


Explanation  of  the  Scots  Words. 


A'  All  Abiet,  Albeit.  Alton,  Above.  Ae,  One.  Aff,  Off 
Aften,  Often.  Aik,  Oak.  Am,  Own.  Aith,  Oath.  -4*>, 
Early.  AUne,  Alone.  Amaifi,  Almoflr.  Ambry,  Cupboard. 
Ave,  One.  Anither,  Another,  Aw'a,  Away.  Anld,  Old,  -4- 
yont,  Beyond. 

Ba\  Ball.  2W$,  Both.  Bane,  Bone.  Bannocks,  Oaj> 
bread.  2?*^,  Roll-bread.  Bawm,  Balm.  Bijwfe,  Baulk.  2>e- 
/?r^//5,  Beedles.  'Beet,  to  help  or  repair.  Bend,  to  drink. 
Benmfon,  Bleiling.  Bent,  the  open  Fields.  Bewtth,  fomewhat, 
in  the  mean  time.  Birks,  Birch.  Bigg,  Build.  JWfijf,  Brother. 
Bindging,  Becking,  Bending.  Blate.  Bafhful.  Blazv,  Blow. 
Bleexe,  Blaze.  Blink,  Glance  of  the  Eye.  Blutter,  Blunder. 
Bode,  Predict.  Bodin,  Stored.  Bot  or  Bift,  Without.  Bougil, 
founding  Horns.  Bountith,  a  Gratuity.  Bowt,  Bolt.  Brachen, 
a  fort  of  Broth.  Bre,  Riling  Ground.  Brankit,  prim'd  up. 
Braid,  Broad.  Brander,  a  Gridiron.  Btaxo,  Finely  dreft, 
Broach,  a  Buckle.  Brak,  broken  Parts,  or  Refute.  Brow, 
the  Forehead.  Bruick,  to  love  and  enjoy.  Bught,  Sheep- 
fold.  Bumift,  Polifhed.  tu:n,  a  Rivulet.  Busk,  todeck.  But 
and  Ben,  be  out  and  be  in.  Byer,  a  Cow-houfe. 

Ca,  Call.  Cadgie,  Chearful.  Caff,  Calf.  Id,  Chaff,  Camp, 
Cannot.  Canker9*,  Angry.  Canny,  Cautious,  Lucky.  Carting's, 
Old  Women.  Id.  Boyl'd  Peafe.  Cauld,  Cold.  Cauller,  Cooi, 
Frefh.  Cazvk,  Chalk,  Clag,  Failing  or  Imperfection  Gat, 
a  Rake.  Claiths,  Cloaths,  Clafoes,  Tittle  tattle.  Clock,  a 
Bettle.  Cockernony,  the  Hair  bound  tip.  Cod,  a  Pillow.  Ccft, 
Bought.  Cogg,  a  wooden  Difh.  Coof,  a  Blockhead.  Coots, 
Joint  of  the  Ancle.  Conrtchea  or  Kwthcea,  a  Handkerchief. 
Crack, to  boaft.  Creel,  E  ask  et  or  Ham  per.  Crocks,  lean  Sheep; 
Croft,  Corn -land.  Crovfe,  Brisk,  Bold.  Crowdymozvdy,  a  fort 
of  Gruel.  Crummy,  a  Cow's  Name.     Cunxie,  Coin. 

Baffin,  Folly,  Wantonnefs  Daft,  Mad,  Foolifli.  Baxvt, 
Fondle,  Carefs.  Bight,  to  wipe.  Dirtna,  do  not.  Ding,  Beat. 
Bool,  Trouble.  Bofind,  Frozen,  Cold,  Borty,  Haughty.  Bow, 
Can,  Id.  Dove.  Boxvna,  Cannot.  Bowf,  Spiritlefs.  Boughtnx, 
Could  not  Bozvy,  Weary,  Lonely.  Brant,  to  fpeak  fiovv. 
Brammock,  Cold  Gruel.  Brap,  Drop.  Bwining  decaying. 
Banting,  Beating.  Duke  and  Tangle,  Sea.  Plants.  Dark,  a 
Dagger. 

Eard,  Earth.  E»,  Eyes.  JEfZi,  Age.  E/rt,  Eafy.  Eld- 
ing, Fuel.  £fiw,  Coufin.  Eitle,  Aim.  Eydent,  Diligent. 


<  543  ) 

Fa\  Fall.  Fadge,  a  coarfefort  of  Roll- Bread.  Fae,  Foe. 
Fand,  Found.  Fangle,  Newfangle,  Fond  of  what's  new. 
Farles,  thin  Oat-cakes.  Fajh,  Trouble.  Faufe,  Falfe.  Faut, 
Fault.  Fee.  Wages.  Feirs,  Brothers.  Fendy,  Active,  In- 
duftrious.  Fenxie,  Feign.  Ferly,  Wonder.  Fey,  Attended 
by  a  Fatality.  Flee,  Fly.  Flanks,  Flounders.  Flyte,  tofcold. 
Fag,  Mofs.  Fore,  to  the  fore,  in  being  or  lafting.  Fouth,  Plenty, 
Frae,  From.  Fraijing,  Babling  with  a  foolifh  wonder.  Fox3 
or  Fu\  Full. 

Gab,  the  Mouth,  Gabocks,  large  Mouthfuls.  Gaberlnnxie> 
a  Wallet  that  hangs  on  the  Side  or  Loin.  G«e,  Gave.  Id. 
Go.  Gane,  Gone.  Gar,  make  or  cauls  Gazvfy,  Jolly,  Large. 
Gate,  Way.  Gawn,  Going.  Gawd,  Gall\l.  Id.  Goad.  Gawky, 
Empty,  Foolifh.  Gaunt,  to  yawn.  Geek,  to  flout  and  jeer. 
Genty,  Small  and  neat.  Gin,  and  Gef,  If.  Glaive,  a  Sword. 
Glakit,  Idle  and  rompifh.  G/etf,  Joy.  (jjeei,  Squinting.  Gie/*, 
a  Hollow  between  Hills.  Gloyd,  an  oldHorle.  Glower,  to 
ftare.  Gowfe,  the  Cuckow.  Id.  a  Fool.  .  Gowping,  Handful. 
Grai$,  to  grop.  Id.  a  trident  Fork  lor  Dung.  Graith,  Ac- 
coutrements.   Groats,    Skir/d  Oats.    Gutcher,   Grandfather. 

Ha,  Hall,  Hae,  Have.  Ifc/,  Half.  Hagies,  a  boy  I'd  Pud- 
ding made  of  a  Sheep's  Pluck  mine'd  with  Suet.  Itahcket, 
Light-headed,  Whimfical.  Hale,  Whole.  Haly,  Holy. 
Hame,  Home.  Hames,  and  Brechome,  Wore  about  the  Neck 
of  a  Cart-horfe.  Hawfe,  Embrace,  Heexe,  to  lift.  Hecht, 
Promifed.  Heugh,  any  fleep  Place.  Hodle,  to  rock  in  walk- 
ing. Hodin,  Coarfe  Cloth.  Hows,  Hollows.  Howms,  Val- 
leys on  River-fides. 

Jee,  tojee  back  and  again,  the  Motion  of  a  Ballance.  A- 
jee,  Afide.  lll-fard,  IU-favoured  or  ugly.  J/fe,  Each.  Ilka, 
Every.  I«g7e,  Fire.  Jo,  Sweetheart.  Jouk,  to  bow.  Irk, 
Weary  or  tired.  Ire,  Afraid  of  Ghofts.  IJhocles,  Iceficles. 
lfe,  I  mail.  Ither,  Other. 

Kairn  or  Cairp,  Heaps  of  monumental  Stones.  Kame, 
Comb.  Kail.  Coleworts.  Id.  Broth.  Kebuck,  a  Cheeie. 
Keek,  Peep.  .Ks»?,  Know.  Kepp,  to  catch.  JOfee*?,  Tuck'd 
up.  Kim,  Churn.  Kirtle,  Upper  Petticoat.  Kimmer,  a 
fhe  Goffip.    Km-chie,  Handkerchief. 

Lag,  to  fall  behind.  Laigh,  Low.  Lain  Ownfelf .  Laith, 
Loth.  Lapperd,  Crudled.  Law,  Low.  Lawty,  Juftice.  Lave, 
the  reft.  Lee,  Fallow  Ground.  Leefome,  Lovely  Lexeme,  a 
Phrafe  ufed  when  one  loves  or  is  pleafed  with  a  Perfon.  Leil, 
Exaft.  Leufrh,  Laughed.  Lib,  to  geld.  Lift,  a  Tune,  Linkan, 
to  move  quickly.  L&or,  Rather.  Loos,  Loves.  Loun,  a  fly 
Wencher.  Lout,  to  bow.  Lown,  Calm.  JUmzw,  Flaming. 
Lucken,  Gathered  together,  or  clofe  joyn'd  to  one  another. 
Lyart,  Hoary  or  Gray. 

Maik,  a  Mate.    Mair,  More.  '  Maift,  Moffc    Makfna,  it 

matters  not.  Maw,  Mone.   March,   Limits    or  Border  of 

P  4  Grounds- 


(  344) 

Map-oWj  Match.  Maun,  Muft.  Mawking,  a  Hare.  Mavis, 
the  Thrufti.  Meickk  or  Muckle,  Much.  Meife,  Move. 
Mends,  Revenge.  Menfe,  Manners.  Id.  to  decwe.  Menxie% 
a  Company  or  Retinue.  Milfy,  a  Search  for  Milk.  Mint, 
Attempt.  Minny,  Mother.  Mirk,  Dark.  Mons-meg,  a 
very  large  Iron  Cannon  in  the  Caftle  of  Edinb.  capable  to 
hold  two  People.  Man,  Mouth.  Mou£,  to  eat  as  wanting 
Teeth.  Mouter,  the  Miller's  Toll.  Muck,  Dung.  Mutches, 
JLinen  Quoits  or  Hoods. 

Na  and  Nat,  No,  None.  Kane,  None.  Nees,  Nofe.  Neift, 
Next.  Az>&<?>-,  Starve  or  Pinch.  Nowther  Neither. 

Oe,  Granchild.  Ony,  Any.  Owr//,  a  Cravat.  Ow/Jw,  Oxen. 
Pxter,  Arm -pit. 

Tantny,  a  Buttery.  Tartans,  Crab-fifh.  Tat,  Put.  Tawky, 
Cunning.  Paunches,  Tripe.  Teat-pot,  Peat  Coal-pit.  Tibroch, 
a  Highland  Tune.  P/cfeZe,  afmall  Share.  Tig,  Earthen-pot, 
Fillar,  Stool  of  Repentance.  Tine,  Pain.  JKab,  Strength,, 
Tlet,  to  fold.  Ti.  twift.  Toortith,  Poverty.  Tou  or  Tu,  Pull. 
Po7«,  Poll.  Tcwfowdy,  Ram-head  Sup.  Trig,  Higle.  Pn'i>e,  to 
prove -or  tafte. 

Kair,  Roar.  Rajhes,  Rufhcs.  Red  up,  Put  in  order.  Ren- 
aie,  Rein.  Rever,  Robber.  Rifarts,  Radifb.es.  Rife,  Plenty. 
Riggs,  Ridge*.  Row,  Roll.  Rowth,  Wealth.  Rude,  Crols. 
Rmkcled,  Wrinkled.  Rung,  a  Club.  Rufe,  or  Roofe,  to 
praife. 

Sat,  So.  £*fc,  Soft.  Sair,  Sore.  Sara*,  Salt.  Seint,  Ap- 
pearance. &//,  Self.  Sey,  Try.  Shanna,  Shall  not.  Sbanny- 
moniWdot  Shevilgabit,  the  Mouth  much  to  one  Side.  Shaw, 
Cow-dung.  Shaw,  Show.  I/Z.  a  Woody-bank.  Shoo,  a&hoe. 
Shoan,  Shoes.  Shore,  to  threaten.  ,#&*>«,  Thin.  A  Jhire  Lick, 
A  fmart  Fellow.  Sic  or  A'cfc,  Such.  Sican,  Such  an  one.  Sin  or 
Sy?ie, Since,  Sindle,  Seldom. &'ȣ/w,Since  that  time.  Skair,Shzre. 
Skaith,  Harm,  Lois.  Skink,  Strong  Sup.  Sma,  Small,  Snack, 


'd.   Sonfy, 
DYl'd  like 


Smart  Sna,  Snow  £»e*jZ,  to  fnarl.  Smjlring,  SnufF.  £»ooi,  a 
Headband.  5»^,  Convenient,  Neat.  Sodden, 
Fortunate,  Jolly.  Sqwens,  a  kind  of  fbwr'd  Gruel  boyl' 
Parle.  Squm,  of  Sheep,  20.  ^ftasfee.  Spoke.  %>«•,  to  ask. 
Speldlng,  dry'd  White-fim.  Stalwart,  Strong,  well-made. 
Stane,  Stone.  Starns,  Stars.  #wfe,  Shut,  iiwi,  Stalk  haftily. 
Stirk,  a  young  Bullock.  Stou]>,  a  Prop.  &ras.  Straw.  Streek, 
Stretch.  Stenzie,  to  ftain.  Swats,  Small  Ale.  iSatfer,  Un- 
willing, Lazy.  Switber,  in  doubt.  Sybows,  young  Onions. 
Syne,  Then. 

Tae,  Toe.  Tald,  Told.  2*ifee»,  Token.  Tane,  Taken,  I<*. 
the  one.  T^y  Top.  Tank,  Talk.  Te*f,  Notice.  TJ*e,  Thofe. 
1'keyfe,  they  fhall.  ifejfe",  to  liifFer.  Thowhs,  Spiritlefs.  T£«i, 
Noife  of  a  Stroke.  Tins,  Lofe.  iSwf,  Loft.  !?««•,  Rather. 
Tc^erj  Dowry.  Tooly,   Fight,   Contend.    2?<fap,    a  rolling 

fhort 


C  34f  ) 

fhort  Step.    %wde,  to  ruffle.   Trig,   Neat,  trow,  Believe, 
Tryfi,  Appointment.  twin,  to  part  from. 

Wad,  Would.  Was,  Woe,  ff*/e,  to  chufe,  the  Choice. 
Waen,  Child  Wallozoit,  Faded  or  WitherU  Watt,  Pale,  IdT. 
Won.  Wahp,  Galoo.  IKmm,  Womb.  fiFSnv,  Beftow.  War, 
Worfe.  IfSfi  Know.  Waws,  Walls.  f^wfe,  Walk.  W. 
Wake.  Watvkrife,  not  inclined  to  fleep.  Wear  in,  Hem  in 
jflFt*,  Little.  WmW,  Thought.  *FW«,  Wars.  Wha,  Who, 
JP&*ȣ,  a  large  Cut.  Wbatrecks.  What  matters  it.  JVhilk, 
Which.  W'oingingy  Whining.  Whijht,  Hold  your  Peace* 
Whillywha,  a  Cheat  or  Bite.  Wilks,  Sea-fnails  Win  or  Won, 
Dwell.  Winna,  Will  not.  Winfome,  Handfome  Wift,  Known. 
Witherjhins,  to  more  contrary.  Wooy  Wool.  Wood,  Mad. 
Woody,a\Viihy.W<i-iv\  Wonderful!  Id.  AhlWylie,  Cun- 
ning. Wyfon,  the  Gullet.  Wyte,  to  blame.  Unco,  very 
ftrange. 

Tad,  a  Mare.  Tefe,  Ye  mail.  !<?>■»,  Defire.  Tefireen, 
¥efteniight. 


CONTENTS. 


The  following  marked  C,  D,  H,  L,  M5  O, 

&c.  #r£  new  M^ofds  by  different  Hands  5  X, 
the  Authors  unknown  >y  Z,  old  Songs  j    Q^ 

old  Songs  with  Additions. 


BUfn  aboon  Traqnair,  C.  Fage  i» 

Tho'  Beauty  like  the  Rofe,  D  * i 

Tweed -lide,  C.  12 

IsHamilia  then  mypwn,  S.  13 

Lets  be  jovial.  14 

Muirland  Willy,  Z.  15 

When  we  meet  again,  Phely,  M.  18 

Ye  Powers,  was  Damon  then  fo  bleftj  R.  19 

The  faithful  Shepherd,  O.  so 

Why  hangs  that  Cloud,  6fv.  H.  21 

Broom  of  Cowden-Knows,  S.  R.  as 

O  lovely  Maid,  how  dear's  thy  Power,  L.  2.4 

Ye  Gods,  was  Strephon  then  fo  bleflr,  H  as 

Teach 


Teach  me  Chloe  how  t©  prove,  L.  26 

Love  is  the  Caufe  of  my.  Mourning,  X.  «7 

The  bonnieft  Lafs  in  a'  the  Warld,   C.  «8 

Nancy's  to  the  green  Wood  gane,  Z.  3° 

I  have  feven  braw  new  Gowns,  Z.  32, 

Lucky  Nancy,  Q.  33 

The  Meal  was  dear  fliort  fyne,  Z.  37 

Blink  o'er  the  Burn  I'weet  Betty,  M.  39 

The  bonny  grey-ey'd  Morning,  O.  4° 

Subjected  to  the  Power  of  Lore,  G.  41 

Logan  Water,  W.  4s 

My  Apron  Deary,  R.  46 

I  fixedmy  Fancy  on  her,  X.  47 

I  loo'd  a  bonny  Lady,  X.  4S 

The  Rofe  of  Yarrow,  C  49 

A  lovely  Lafs  to  a  Fryar  came.  5  r 

Down  the  Burn  Davie,  C.  .59 

Ah  CMoris.    Tune,  Gilder  Roy,  X.        _  60 

Ye  Shepherds  and  Nymphs,  X,  61 

When  me  came  ben  ftie  bobbed,  L.  6z 

Dumbarton's  Drums,  C.  63 

My  Deary  if  thou  die,  C.  71 

Janet  Jo,  Q.  72, 

What  means  this  Nicenefs,  X.  73 

Auld  Rob  Moris,  Q^  74 

My  Jocky  blyth,  for  what  thou  haft  done,  X.  7S 

As  Sylvia  in  a  Forefl  lay,  M.  76 

Katharine  Ogic,  X.  89 

For  the  Love  of  Jean,  Z.  94 

Peggy,  I  muft  love  thee^  ibid. 

Gaberunzie  man,  K.  J. '  V.  102, 

Ew-bughts  Marion,  Q.  106 

BIythfom  Bridal,  Z>  107 

Allan  Water,  G.  in 

Gallowfhiels,  D.  M.  114 


The  fallowing  without  a  Mark,  the  Words  by  Allan 
Ram  fay. 


BOnny  Cbriity.  9 

The  Boat-man  28 

Cantata.  35 

5a  na  ye  my  Peggy,       ■  :  36 

For  our  lang  biding  here,  4^ ' 

Hap 


(  347  ) 

Hap  me  with  thy  Petticoat.  43 

Rbufe  up  thy  Reafon  my  beautifu'  Annie.  44 

The  Bob  of  Dunblane.  46 

The  laft  Time  I  came  o'er  the  Moor.  5 1 

The  Lafs  of  Paty's  Mill.  S3 

Green  Sleeves.  54 

Yellow-hair'd  Laddie,  ss 

Nanny---0.  s6 

Bonny  Jean  of  Aberdeen.  57 

Thro'  the  Wood,  Laddie.  58 

Auld  lang  fyne.  64 

Lafs  of  Livingfton.  6s 

Peggy,  I  muft  love  thee.  67 

An  Ode.  68 

Wine  and  Muftck.  80 

Ode  to  the  P.  H.-—  81 

To  R—  H-B—  83 

Ode  to  Mr.  F —  210 

BeflyBell.  68 

I'll  never  leave  thee.  69 

Wat  ye  wha  I  met  yeftreen.  77 

My  Mither's  ay  glowran  o'er  me.  78 

Mary  Scot  the  Flower  of  Yarrow.  79 

O'er  Bogie.  85 

O'er  the  Moor  to  Maggie.  87 

Polwart  on  the  Green.  83 

John  Hay's  bonny  Laffie.  ib. 

Ann  thou  wert  mine  ain  Thing.  9 1 

There's  my  Thumb  I'll  ne'er  beguile  thee*  95 

Tibby  Fouler  in  the  Glen.  93 

"Up  in  the  Air.                                       «  97 

Fy  gar  rub  her  o'er  ;wi  Strae.  93 

Patie  and  Peggie.  99 

The  Mill,  Mill--  Q.  ioo 

Woe's  my  Heart  that  we  fhou'd  funder.  101 

Where  wad  bonny  Anne  ly.                                 .  .  105 

Highland  Laddie.  i09 

Collier's   Daughter.  i\% 

Where  Helen  lies.                                    ,  n3 


The  Verfes  to  the  following,    by  A  l  l  ft  n  R  a"m  say. 

SO  fpoke  and  fmil'd  the  £aftern Maid.  Tune,  Iwijhmy 
Love  were  in  a  Mire.  Page  j  1  s 

Lochabber  no  more.  1 1 6 

Gie 


(34§) 

Gi'e  me  a  Lafs  with  a  Lump  of  Land,  iso 

When  abfent  from  the  Nymph  I  love.  1 23 

The'Carle  he  came  o'er  the  Croft.  124 

Confefs  thy  Love  fair  fuming  Maid.    To  the  Tune  of  Gil- 

likranky.  *&■$ 

Up  Stairs,  dswn  Stairs,  Timber-ftairs  fear  me.  13s 

Sleepy  Body  drowfy  Body.  1 40 

Adieu  for  a  while  my  native  Plains.  Tune,  Til  gar  ye  lie  fain 

to  follow  me.  I42- 

Busk  ye,  busk  ye,  my  bonny  Bride.  343 

My  Fatie  is  a  Lover  gay.  Tune,  Corn  Riggs  are  homy.  144 
And  I'll  awa  to  bony  Tweed  Jide.    Tune,  We'll  «'  to  Kelfogo. 

i47 
The  Widow  can  bake,  the  Widow  can  brew.  154 

The  Highland  Lailte.  1 5  5 

Owha'sthatat   my  Chamber-door.    Tune,   Wba  but  I  Jo 

Findlay.  160 

When  Beauty  blazes  heavenly  bright.    Tune,    All  in  the 

Downs.  167 

I  have  agreenPurfe  and  a  wee  Pickle  Gowd.  177 

Saw  ye  Jenny  Netles.  185 

For  the  Yak  e  of  fome  Body.  190 

The  bony  Lais  of  Brankfome.  1 94 

The  Step-daughter.  Tune,  If  the  Kirk  wadlet  me  he  zoi 
The  Ccck  Laird.  2,04 

The  Soger  Laddie.  zo6 

The  Archers  March.  2x17 


Auld  Sangs  brujh'dupfotne  of  them  with  Additions  by  the 

Pubiijher. 


THE  auld  Goodman,  117 

The  Shepherd  Adonis.  i*1 

Balow  3ny  Boy.  3  28 

The  Night  her  filent  Sable  wore.  331 

If  Love's  a  fweet  PaflTion.  333 

Honed  Man  John  Ochiltree.  **• 

la  January  hilt.  337 

March,  march, ;  why  the  Deel  do  ye  na  march.  m1 

Since  all  thy  Vows,  falfe  Maid.  14S 

Blyth  Jocky  ycrmg  and  gay.  356 

Todlen  Butt,  andtodlenBenn,  *S9 

My  Jenny  and  I  have  toiled.  16s 

Love  will  find  out  the  Way.  373 

3  Rob's 


(  34P  ) 

KtVs  j&:k  came  t6  woo  our  Jenny.  *74 

Altho'  I  be  but  a  Country  Lais.  >7* 

Waly,  waly,  but  Love  be  bony.  *7? 

As  I  fat  at  my  Spinning-wheel.  l8 1 

O'er  the  Hills  and  far  away.  *83 

Leader  Haughs  and  Yarrow.  *s7 

Norland  Jockey  and  Southland  Jenny.  *9- 

The  yellow-hair'd  Laddie  fat  down  on  yon  Brae.  *93 

How  happy  is  the  rural  Clown.  195 

Willy  was  a  wanton  Wag.  *97 

Young  Philander  woo'd  me  lang.  *99 

O  Virgin  kind,  we  canna  tell.  *o° 

?eany,  Jean?,  where  has  thou  been,  ?°* 

e  blytheft  Lads  and  Lafles  gay.  -©3 


B 


New  Sengs  by  different  Hands* 
Eauty  from  Fancy  takes  its  Arms.  Tune,  Valiant  Jockey. 

118 

It  was  the  charming  Month  of  May.  126 

Of  all  the  Birds  whofe  tuneful  Throats.    Tune,  Wat  ye  who- 

I  met  Tejlreen.  *?6 

One  Day  I  heard  Mary  fay.     Tune,  I'll  never  leave  thee* 

J  39 
'Twas  at  the  fearful  Midnight  Hour.  14S 

The  Sun  was  funk  beneath  the  Hill.  150 

I  tofs  and  tumble  thro'  the  Night.  IS* 

With  tuneful  Pipe  and  hearty  Glee.  153 

O  come  away  with  me  Jenny.  Tune,  Had  away  from  tne  Do- 
nald. 157 
'Tis  not  your  Beauty  nor  your  Wit.    Tune,  John  Anderfon 
my  Jo.  161 
Come,  Florind*,  lovely  Charmer.    Tune,  gueen  of  Sheba'5 
March-                                                                                     164 
Come,  here's  to  the  Nymph  that  I  love.    Tune,  Auld  Sit 
Symon  the  King.                                                               165 
While  our  Flocks  are  a  feeding.    Tune,  My  Apoo  deary, 

168 
As  early  I  walk'd  on  the  firft  of  fweet  May.    Tune,   Throw 
the  Wood  Laddie.  172, 

Adieu  ye  plealant  Sports  and  Plays.  iSs 

Jocky's  fou,  fenny's  fain.  186 

Fair,  f 


fweet  and  young,  receive  a  Prize.  193 


(  'Jfo  ) 

A  Nymph  of  th«  Plain.  214 

All  in  the  Downs  the  Fleet  was  moor'd,  218 

Ah  !  bright  Belinda,  hither  fly.  223 

Alexis  fhun'd  his  fellow  Swains.  -238 

A  Quire  of  bright  Beauties.  270 

As  charming  Clara,  walk'd  alone.  271 

Amongft  the  Willows  on  the  Grafs.  280 

A  trifling  Song  you  fhall  hear.  282 

As  the  Snow  in  Valleys  lying.  309 

Awake  thou  faireft  Thing  in  Nature.'  3 1 1 

Away,  you  Rover.  315 

A  four  Reformation.  32a 

Be  wary,  my  Celia,  when  Celadon  fuel  224 

Bleit  as  th'  immortal  Gods  is  he,  28S 

Bacchus  is  a  Power  divine.  296 

Belinda  with  affected  Mien.  316 

Celia,  let  not  Pride  undo  you.                     •  247 

Celia,  too  late  you  would  repent.  304 

Cupid,  God  of  pleaiing  Anguifh.  -267 

Defpairing  befide  a  clear  Stream.  2.32 

Do  not  ask  me,  charming  IMllis,  275 

Diogenes  furly  and  proud.  29a 

Down  among  the  dead  Men.  293 

Damon,  if  you  will  believe  me.  310 

Fair  Iris  and  her  Swain.  2,21 

Fie,  Lix,a,  fcorn  the  little  Arts.  2,23 

Farewel,  my  bony  witty  Maggy- .  243 

From  roiie  Bowers,  where  lleeps  the  God  of  Love,  249 

From  grave  LefFons  and  Reftraint.  2,84 

Fair  Amoret  is  gone  aftray.  310 

Go,  go,  falieft  of  thy  Sex  be  gone,  314 

Here  are  People  and  Sports.  2,64 

How  happy  are  we.  279 

He  that  will  not  merry  merry  be.  294 

Hark  how  the  THumpet  founds  to  Battle.  307 

He  who  forever.  315 

I'll  range  around  the  fhady  Eowers.  s47 

In  this  Grove  my  Strepfton  walk'd.  3,68 

Jolly  Mortals,  fill  ycu  GlaiTes.  a93 

I'll  fail  upon  the  Dog-ftar.  2.99 

If  {he  be  not  kind  as  fair.  3  5  s 

In  Ipite  of  Love  at  length  I've  found,  3  iZ 
Kindly,  kindly,  thus,  myTrtafure. 
Laft  Sunday,  at  St.  James's  Prayers. 
Love,  thou  art  the  beft  of  human  Joy?. 

Let  Soldiers  fight  for  Pay  and  Praife.  242, 

Leave  off  your  foolifh  prating.  a4S 

My  Days  have  been  fo  wondrous  free,  217 

Maidens  frefh  as  a  Rofc.  ^?o 

My 


32a 
231 


My  Friend  and  I  we  drank.  240 

My  Chloe,  why  do  you  flight  me.  468 

My  dear  Miftrefs  has  a  Heart.  298 

May  the  Ambitious  ever  find.  304 

My  Goddefs  Lydia,  heavenly  fair.  306 

Of  all  the  Girls  that  are  fo  imart  2.25 

Oh  Love  !  if  a  God  thou  wouldft  be.  228 

OnabankbefideaWillow.  «37 

Oh  !  lead  me  to  fome  peaceful  Gloom.  £50 

Oh  !  lead  me  to  fome  peaceful  Room,  25* 

Of  all  Comforts  I  mifcarry'd.  26 1 

Oh  !  the  charming  Month  of  Mar.  266 

One  Evening  as  flay.  273 

One  long  Whiifun  Holy-day.  477 

One  April  Morn,  when  from  the  Sea.  479 

O  furprizing  lovely  Fair.  313 

On  a  Bank  of  Flowers.  317 

Oh  !  happy  happy  Groves.  319 

Pious  Selinda  goes  to  Prayers.  2Si 

Pray  now,  John,  let  Ju*  prevail.  2?* 

Pretty  Parrot,  fay.       *  Ja 

Fhillis  the  faireft  of  Love's  Foes.  2,76 

Prithee  Sufan,  what  doft  mule  oil  Soo 

Prithee,  Billy,  be 'nt  fb  filly.  3,1 

Remember  Damon,  thou  didft  tell.  ^6 

Send  heme  my  long-ftray'd  Eyes.  ^I+ 

Sweet  are  the  Charms  of  her  I  love.  -2o 

Stella  and  FUvia  every  Hour .  22S 

See,  fee,  me  wakes,  Sabina  wakes.  2S2 

See,  fee,  my  Seraghinx  comes.  -53 

Since  Times  are  fo  bad.  SS5 

See,  Sirs,  fee  a  Doctor  rare.  »gs 

Sdinda  fuse's  the  brighter!:  Thing. '  23t 

Some  fay,  Women  are  like  the  Seas.  C3S 

Since  we  die  by  the  help  of  good  Wiae,  295 

Shall  I,  wafting  in  Defpair.  sog 

Ten  Years,  like  Troy,  my  ftubborn  Heart.  2IS 

'Twaswhen  the  Seas  were  roaring.  „%. 

The  Ordinance  on  board.  244 

Tho'  cruel  you  feem  to  my  Pain.  2.8 

Tranfportedwith  Pleafure.  269 

The  Sages  of  old.  ,2J* 

Whilft  I  fondly  view  the  Charmer.  214 
Whilft  I  gaze  on  Chloe  trembling.                               -         21(f 

"Would  you  have  a  young  Girl  of  fifteen  Years,  327 

Why  fo  Pale  and  wan,  fond  Lover.  ^39 

Well  drink  and  we'll  never  have  done.  2+5 

While  the  Lover  is  thinking.  «4S 

Where  Oxen  do  low.  z  s  s 

When 


When  Chhe  we  ply.  a 76 

Wou'd.you  chule  a  Wife  for  a  happy  Life  sSS 

Why  (hcmlcl  a  foolifh  Marriage- Vow.  *98 

When,  ■  lovely  JPhillis  thou  art  kind.  301 

Why  we  love,  and  why  we  hate.  S0(5 

When  bright  Anrelia  tript  the  Plain;  3*4 

While  filently  I  lov'd  nor  dar'd.  3 *9 

We  all  to  conquering  Beauty  bow.  3aI 

Young  Condon  and  ihillis.  25a 

Ye  Beaus  of  Pleafure.  ft?* 

Yes,  I  could  lore,  if  1  could  ^nd.  2S7 

You  may  ceafe  to  complain.*  -8S 

Ye  Virgin  Powers,  defend  my  Heart.  C97 

You  that  love  Mirth,  attend  to  my  Song.  3°3>  ' 

Yes,  all  the  World  mull  Cure  agree.  30s 

Rantin  Roaring  Willie.  ^  3*9 

This  is  no  mine  ain  Houle.  33° 

Fint  a  Crum  of  thee  fhe  faws.  33s 

Sae  merry  as  we  have  been.  333 
My Dady  forbad,  my Minny  forbad,  334 

Steer  her  up,  and  had  hggMWn-  33<S 

Clout  the  Caldron.  537 

The  Malt  Man.  -  333 

Bonny  E;{fy.  .'   •     *  339 

Omnia  vincit  Amor.       •  -  54° 


Xi 


FINIS.